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[8:00 PM]
Genre: fluff suggestive if you squint
Pairing: Jerome x Reader
[8:00 PM]
"oh my God you didn't." You said as you entered your shared room looking at the scattered roses that lead to the bed; candles around the dark lit room. You knew he must have spent time working on this for you.
"but infact I did, happy holidays day my love" your boyfriend Jerome said smiling at you warmly. You couldn't believe your eyes, he's so cheesy but you love him for it.
"What could I ever do to repay you?" You said plopping onto the bed looking up at him. He crawled right on top of you planting a kiss on your nose.
"Well if you're curious" He wiggled his eyebrows causing you both to laugh as you pushed him off from above to which he laid next to you. As the giggles died down you couldn’t help the smile that crept on your face as you hand traveled to find his holding it tightly.
“You know I love you right?” You said turning to look at him, he looked at you with just as much admiration.
“And I obviously love you just as much” He said with a giggle once more as he went to leave a kiss on your head
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seongmin as your boyfriend !!
pairing: oh seongmin x fem(? i didn’t really specify a gender)reader ( to1 fm )
genre: a disgusting amount of fluff.
prompt: just seongmin has ur bf !! some cute things he’d do and little stories djdheie
not proofread !! lowercase intended
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♡ - this boy is always w you . like , he is GLUED to you !! even if your not physically touching he’s always in ur field of vision JDBRJD he needs to almost always have you with him for his sake :( he just wants to be with uuuuu
♡ - will randomly start squeezing ur neck and being all touchy (even tho he is already like i said boy is glued to you) prolly twirling ur hair around his finger while laying on u waiting for you to stop whatever ur doing JTHRIE give ur bf some attention pls !! will definitely 101% start whining if you take too long or just ignore him for fun or something
♡ - “waaah y/n !! give me a hug !! please !!” and literally pounces on you HDBEJ starts fake biting u n shit <\3 “nammm” can u hear my heart breaking ?
♡ - is ALWAYS laughing or giggling w u we’ve all seen this guy in his vlives he’s always laughing its so precious he probably thinks ur so cute and giggles a lot at what you do
♡ - definitely boasts about his shoulders i can already see him taking off his jacket and patting them like “here, you can rest here” and WINKING or something this boys got me in such a chokehold he knows he’s so cute so he takes that in advantage too bcz we all know we are not getting past his puppy eyes
♡ - randomly intertwines ur hands …. :( like you two could be having a conversation and (example) ur sitting in his lap facing him telling him about your day he will just grab ur hands and intertwine them w his and he’s nodding listening to everything u have to say but if ur days bad he’ll order food or cook some for you ;( or you two can just cuddle while watching a movie as long as your there he really doesn’t mind *crying*
♡ - he’s definitely got a lot of pet names for you but more alongside the basic ones like “baby” or “darling” he literally calls jaeyun darling ?? and he calls jeyou “my pretty baby” stopppp be prepared to get showered in pet names and compliments if you look good (to him u look good everyday even if u just got out of bed and have a severe case of bed head) <33 prolly showers u w kisses too or the tightest hug ever :p - you can’t breathe so you’ll have to slightly tap him like “seongmin .. i can’t breathe “ JDBEJD definitely exaggerates his gasps to make you feel better if your showing him a new outfit his eyes widen and he covers his mouth he’s in awe over u rn
♡ - BACK HUGSSS !!!!! i cannot stress this enough he prolly kisses behind ur ear and asks what ur doing ;((((( seongmin is tall and broad so he’s most likely gonna tower over u (i’m 5’3 so ..) you can hear him oooing and stuff at u explaining or watching whtv ur doing he’s so mesmerised over little things it’s adorable $~€{ he rests his head on yours or if your taller he rests his head on your shoulder and his cheeks r puffed up ;((( and leaning on u
♡ - when u hug he swings u both and makes cute asf noises :( and probably swings his head to look at you n giggles and you can see his gums i’m crying so hard rn !!!!!!!!!!! definitely a squeezer like i said but not always as tight like he just wants to give u a quick squeeze
♡ - loves making sure you eat well !! will feed you and do the airplane whatever it takes to make you eat and the airplane just adds cuteness and we all know seongmin is a sucker for cute things +10 points for a jordy spoon FHJRJR lovezzzz eating with you or just cooking a simple meal for you both and he loves it when you join in cooking so <33 but u two always need something sweet after so sometimes you go out to the convenience store to get snacks or ice cream ;(( like a lil date
♡ - if ur both sitting down sometimes he’ll put his legs over yours while he’s laying down :(( or if he’s sitting upright there’s a good chance he’s hugging u close to him <\\\\\3 prolly looks at you sometimes and pretends to bite your cheek *cries*
♡ - he’s always touching you in some way ?!?!?! u’re either holding hands, arms are linked or his hand is on ur thigh or something he cannot keep his hands away from u seongmin just loves u sm <\3 also bonus if your sitting he prolly snakes his arm around your waist and tickles you and cause its from the other side this boy acts clueless LMFAOO like “what do u mean ?? that wasn’t me !!” he’s such a tease with u sometimes he just thinks it’s cute it gets him going JFBEIE
♡ - he loves just walking around with you holding hands around the city and admiring pretty buildings and you go into cool stores and probably watch the sunset together <\3 even though this is a rare occurrence since he’s so busy with his hectic schedule when it happens it means so much to you both !! quality time together <33 seongmin probably pretends to push you in rivers and stuff JFHDUE but will definitely end up buying matching headbands and small things for you both ;((
♡ - brings you to his practices and recording sessions !! when he’s getting a couple extra hours of practice in he likes bringing you with him so you can watch him and tell him he did well JFBEUD every 10 minutes he’ll come over to you and ask “am i doing it well?” or something but bonus bcz you just get to see him all sweaty JFBEJE and when he’s recording (the little private rooms not literally vocal recordings) your always there to help him and give him ideas since he loves the way you think JSHSR sometimes your behind him playing w his hair and he’s sitting in the chair with his mouth open a tiny bit and he looks so cute you just have to take a pic and he gets all shy about it :(( i love this boy sm ————————————————————————————
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[ Cuddling w/ Jaeyun ] -
Warnings: None!
A/N: To the anon who requested Jaeyun, I love you.
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Jaeyun knows the rules and he swears with every inch of his being that he respects them. Except one. He is exhausted, just about to drop and there isn’t a chance he is going to stay away from you. That is the rule, no-one to the dormitory whilst they are preparing and practicing for their comeback, least of all girlfriends and boyfriends and everything in between. A scandal is something they could do without. After the day week month he’s had however, Jaeyun just can’t bring himself to listen and he’s been so strong, slowly crossing off the days until he can see you again, and strict – telling the group that as much as he loves them, he isn’t going to take the fall if one of them messes up. But, here he is, too tired and missing you too much to listen for even a moment longer. Even when you argue the point yourself, sending him a series of messages about how you aren’t going to get him into trouble, the thought of finally seeing him again is enough to wear you down.
With a careful hand on your hip, he pushes you just far enough away that he can lean in. If he wasn’t so tired, the kiss might have been desperate, frantic even, with hungry hands eager to explore, but it is gentle and unhurried. Jaeyun is faintly aware of a ruckus going on in the kitchen and he truly dreads to think as to who might be cooking, but he can’t quite bring himself to care. If the dorm burns down, so be it – he has your head resting on his chest after seventeen days without and he’s too tired to move very fast. Soon, he’ll fall asleep and maybe someone will see you half-hidden beneath his duvet, a tangle of arms and legs, but he doesn’t care about that either.
With a careful hand on your hip, he pushes you just far enough away that he can lean in. If he wasn’t so tired, the kiss might have been desperate, frantic even, with hungry hands eager to explore, but it is gentle and unhurried. Jaeyun is faintly aware of a ruckus going on in the kitchen and he truly dreads to think as to who might be cooking, but he can’t quite bring himself to care. If the dorm burns down, so be it – he has your head resting on his chest after seventeen days without and he’s too tired to move very fast. Soon, he’ll fall asleep and maybe someone will see you half-hidden beneath his duvet, a tangle of arms and legs, but he doesn’t care about that either.
With a careful hand on your hip, he pushes you just far enough away that he can lean in. If he wasn’t so tired, the kiss might have been desperate, frantic even, with hungry hands eager to explore, but it is gentle and unhurried. Jaeyun is faintly aware of a ruckus going on in the kitchen and he truly dreads to think as to who might be cooking, but he can’t quite bring himself to care. If the dorm burns down, so be it – he has your head resting on his chest after seventeen days without and he’s too tired to move very fast. Soon, he’ll fall asleep and maybe someone will see you half-hidden beneath his duvet, a tangle of arms and legs, but he doesn’t care about that either.
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꒰ (𝐔𝐍)𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 ꒱ 오성민
summary : your period symptoms are the worst, but your boyfriend is the best
genre : fluff, seongmin x afab!reader, drabble, established relationship
tws : pet names, skinship, detailed period symptoms
author notes : once again, if you see my man at pride DO NOT inbox me i know
word count : 1k
“i’m here!” you heard being called out from where your front door met the living room area.
it was a habit that you had whenever you went over to the dorms, and now your boyfriend (as well as the others) had picked it up.
you wanted to greet him at the door, but today was the worst of your usually bad cycle, and you felt absolutely debilitated. your cramps were beyond belief, you didn’t even get any sort of comfort from laying on your shower floor like you usually could. you felt too hot, yet had the cold sweats and you mind just wouldn’t stay quiet long enough to let you fall asleep, even though you felt so lethargic.
you told seongmin, when he texted you earlier, that he shouldn’t come over because you wouldn’t be very much fun — and honestly you thought it was a little belittling to literally be fighting for your life. you also were a little scared of your visuals; you were wearing sweats, probably from two days ago when your period had started, hair messy because even though you technically took a shower, you didn’t get up off the floor long enough to wash up.
and to top it all off, your head was starting to pound.
all the lights in your apartment were off, and it honestly was confusing your boyfriend. he knew you were home, but maybe you were asleep — he didn’t know. you listened to the footsteps against silent air approaching your bedroom.
you were dreading the moment he’d open the door and let the light peak through. and as he did, it creaked against its hinges, the noise echoing painfully against your skull.
“y/n?” he asked softly. and thankfully he thought you were asleep otherwise he might’ve run and jumped onto your bed like he has in the past. “are you awake?”
you groaned, seongmin’s eyebrows creasing together. you pulled the blanket over your head, careful not to move too much (because it might set off your nausea and cramps).
you could hear the door shut, thankful that maybe he got the hint. you hugged the heating pad to your stomach, trying to conserve the heat that seemed to never be enough in these situations.
“y/n, are you tired? sick? what’s wrong? is that why you asked me not to co —“
the blanket muffled your voice, however he heard it interjecting between his sentence.
“min, please be quiet. my head — everything — hurts right now. i’m on my period.”
quietly, more like to himself he let out an “oh.” before you felt the covers being pulled off your head, however his hand was almost flush over your eyes blocking the light.
“i’m sorry. do you want me to leave? just nod — wait no that might hurt your head. tap me once for yes, twice for no.”
you wanted to laugh, but knew it would hurt too much to. so, the hands that were wrapped around your midsection broke apart and you tapped seongmin’s leg once… then twice.
“can you get me some medicine?”
faster than the speed of light he was off, and this time you couldn’t hold back the small chuckle in the back of your throat — that eventually morphed into a pained groan. he was being careful to be quiet, but nonetheless he was on a mission, and the faster he could get you medicine, the faster you could feel better. he didn’t like you when you were hurting.
when he came back, he opened the door just enough for his body to fit through, shutting it gently and shuffling over to you. seongmin held out a bottle of water for you, and an open palm that had bottles of medicine pooled in it.
“baby, why’d you grab so many?”
he set them down on the nightstand, pulling a couple others from his hoodie pocket. you giggled again, and the sound sent some sort of relief through the man.
“i didn’t know which one you wanted.” he admitted, helping you into a seated position. he admired you as you ran a hand through your tangled hair, pulling at the hoodie (of his) that you’d thrown on carelessly.
he loved you, whatever that entailed, and it was as simple as that.
“if you let me finish before running off —“
“shh!” he said, taking your hand and putting the bottle in it, “your head hurts.”
he was right, and you’d almost forgotten about it, finding the bottle of ibuprofen and taking a couple to ease the pain.
“do you need anything else?” he asked, checking the setting on your heating pad, and helping you lay back down. he took said heating pad and placed it under your sweatshirt, knowing you’d get a better feel of it.
you shook your head no as a reply, feeling the bed dip as he climbed into it with you. “let’s take a nap… then you’ll feel better?” he questioned, while simultaneously suggesting.
you hoped he was right.
he hugged you, slipping a arm under the arch of your back and laying almost in a crooked angle so that his head could rest against your upper stomach. his other arm was putting enough pressure against your uterus that it was relieving — you didn’t know such a thing would work for your cramps — but it probably had to do with that fact that everything combined was now basically heat-compression therapy.
you weaved your fingers through his hair, distracting yourself from the pain within your body. seongmin was calmness; he was the clouds on an overly hot day. the A on a test you were stressing about. the clarity through the fog. the rain to humidity. he cleared you of worry, and always made sure you were comfortable.
he’d hold you hand under the table. hug you from behind with everyone watching. he’d talk to you for hours just to distract from whatever exam had you stressed. he knew where every one of your doors were, and the keys to unlock them. you’d never felt safer being vulnerable.
and eventually, because of everything, the atmosphere had become relaxing enough to help you fall asleep.
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Melting Point | P.SH | CH.1
brother's rival!sunghoon x fem!reader
warnings: heavily suggestive, kissing, perv!hoon, mentions of self doubt and overthinking, yn's mum is an asshole, anything else lmk!
ch.1 synopsis: when circumstances unexpectedly bring you and your brother's long-time ice skating rival, park sunghoon, together, you discover a surprising connection. However, your brother forbids any relationship between you. Will you heed his advice or follow your heart?
wc: 14.3k
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a/n: hi! first chapter is finally here and i hope you all like it. each chapter will be released on friday and roughly between 10k - 16k (since people wanted longer chapters, however, i am open to any feedback regarding lengths). enjoy and please leave any comments/likes/reblogs if you wish !! also, peep the new header
‘We’re dancing, dancing, dancing in the moonlight.'
The blaring of your alarm pulls you from the cocoon of sleep, and you groan into your pillow. The idea of getting up before 6 am feels like a crime, yet here you are, abruptly awakened at 4:30 am by the dulcet tones of TO1.
With a begrudging sigh, you reach for your phone, dismissing the alarm, and then collapse back, staring at the ceiling. This routine has been a part of your life since childhood, and you'd think you'd be accustomed to it by now. However, no matter how early you sleep, removing yourself from the warmth of your bed remains a daily struggle.
You can hear your brother and mum scooting around downstairs, their usual ‘Do you have everything?’, ‘Where are the car keys?’, ‘Get your sister’ conversations louder than they need to be at this time in the day. The last one does mean you better get a move on and go downstairs.
While you put on your peach-flavoured chapstick, your brother bursts into your room, “Hurry up, Y/N.” His eyes roll and he slams the door shut as quickly as he opens it.
You have had the same routine since you were 6 years old. Same exchanges, same panic, same everything.
Minhee, your older brother, is the reason you have this same routine. When he was 6 years old, Mum took you and him ice skating for the first time and he was a natural. His feet took to the ice like fish to water, like chocolate to strawberries, like you to garlic bread. It was fated. By 7 years old he was already training and what was once a fun hobby turned into a gruelling regime of early rises and the need for a good winter jacket.
“2 minutes!” You shout down to them, one quick glance over in the mirror to make sure you look presentable.
Running down the stairs you’re greeted by your impatient mum tapping her foot, “Come on, Y/N we really can’t be late today. Coach Kim needs us there as soon as possible. Big announcement.” Her hands are flapping around animated as she speaks, “I think he’s finally going to let Minhee try that quadruple axel we’ve been begging him to let him do for Nationals!”
Your brother looks disinterested, “Mum, he’s already said it’s out of my depth.” His tone is bitter.
Minhee was amazing at ice skating, winning so many medals your mum had you move out of your double room to the box one so she could display them all. By 10 he was the youngest ever in your city to reach state championships and by 14 he was competing at the National level. It did make him the golden, silver, and bronze child in your family, but you didn’t mind all that much - not that you would tell her it did.
It’s not like you’re doing anything half as impressive as winning trophies, now that was what your mother truly found pride in. You could become a CEO or a lawyer but if you couldn’t hit a toe loop worthy of gold it wouldn’t impress her.
You did try skating when you were younger but it was like you turned into Bambi, never able to find your feet. Even when it snows in winter you can’t hold yourself up. Deep down your mum hoped you would be just like Minhee, creating an opportunity for you both to branch into pair figure skating like the Shib Sibs but no matter how many times Minhee tried to teach you or she got his coach to give you a few free pointers, you couldn’t do it. She’s disappointed and quite frankly you think she holds a grudge against you for not being anything like your amazing, spectacular, talented brother.
But you still loved to watch the sport, how efficiently and painlessly each skater would glide across the ice and do manoeuvres that defied gravity. It was a magical sport, so when your mum dragged you along to every practice because she couldn’t afford a babysitter, you didn’t mind all that much.
Tying up your final lace you stand up from the bottom step and Minhee passes you your black jacket with faux fur lining. You mutter a quick ‘thanks’ before grabbing your book bag and all three of you head to the car.
"What if it's the Olympics!" Squealing, your mother fastens her seatbelt. What if it was the Olympics? Despite consistently finishing in the top three, if not first, in most major competitions in his teenage years, his coach never selected him for the Youth Olympic Games. But now that he’s 20 years old, he could compete in the Olympics.
Your brother looks sideways at your mother and widens his eyes, "You think so?" It was his dream to make it to the Olympics, and even if he didn't win, he wanted to experience everything; the different country, being surrounded by the best of the best - he had been planning his routine for it forever.
There is a little envious man who climbs up on your shoulder from time to time when conversations like this happen. Of course, you would be so happy for Minhee, after all, he works harder than anyone you know but you wish it was you. Not necessarily the skating part, but to be so good at something you have a goal and dreams that take you to the top. Just something to make you feel alive.
You’re in your 2nd year of University studying Events and Marketing after your mum said it would be good for you to learn how to pitch reasons why Minhee would be a great brand ambassador. So you did it to please her. Honestly, you actually do enjoy it, you won’t lie about that, but the lack of appreciation for your efforts goes unnoticed 99% of the time. The 1% was when you got to shadow a boss at a Nike headquarters branch a few cities over.
“Get a good word in for Minhee while you’re there!”
She was proud of you that day.
As the car rolls up to the rink’s parking lot your mother turns serious, “If this is about choosing you for the Olympics, Min, you need to act excited and unexpectant, they may be filming a behind-the-scenes documentary on your journey to a gold medal.”
Image. Your mum was big on keeping Minhee’s reputation on brand. Right now his ‘brand’ is being humble and noble.
“Yes mum,” he salutes, “Smile and flutter.” Winking and smirking as he mocks his usual signature poses causes you to laugh but your mum finds nothing funny and her change in aura scares both of you out of the car.
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The usually quiet ice rink is filled with chatter and chaos, with over 20 people speaking over each other. Minhee looks down at you and you shrug. None of you had any clue what was going on but if your years of watching Detective Conan paid off you would say that whatever caused this commotion was the reason the coach asked Minhee to come in as quickly as possible.
Customarily, at this time in the morning, it’s Minhee’s solo practice hours to work on his routine for Nationals so this many people here is concerning.
“Listen!” Coach Kim’s voice bellowed around the arena putting the chattering to a halt, “I know this is untimely and inconvenient, trust me, it is for me too,” Your eyes follow his and see another coach standing about 2 meters from him, “But we need to make this work and to do that I need you to listen to me.”
As your family approaches the disarray, Coach Kim beckons you all forward. Minhee is the first to ask the all too important question, “What’s going on, Coach?” The people behind you scatter and begrudgingly tread out of the building, their faces glum and disgruntled.
“Minhee, Ms. Kang, Y/N,” Coach Kim greets you all, “Sorry about all that, although telling them was a lot less scary than you.”
“What? Is this place shutting down?” Minhee jokes but by the look on Coach Kim’s face he isn’t far off.
“Not exactly.” Scratching his neck, Coach Kim looks everywhere but Minhee’s eyes, “You know the Albion Centre? The rink on the other side of town?” All three of you nod despite that he’s only talking to your brother, “Well the council had a little meeting last week and they’re turning it fully into a Hockey training centre.”
The words sit in the air as he hopes Minhee will come to the conclusion himself, “So what? Just means more time for skating here right? If all the Hockey team are going over there?”
Sighing, the coach nods, “For sure, but it also means every skater from there will be, well, here.” He gestures around and then points half-heartedly at the other Coach who is stepping forward.
“Kang Minhee, it’s great to meet you properly, I’ve heard nothing but great things,” he extends his hand which your brother accepts, still dazed from the information, “I’m Coach Lee.”
“Wait so, EVERY skater in the town will be here? in Belmore? Coach Kim, that's not possible, my training time will be cut!” Minhee is sulking but you don’t blame him. This is a fucked up situation.
Coach Lee answers, “Not true, Minhee, with the Hockey team over at Albion it frees up some ice time, you’ll get to train more if you want to.”
“And! No more shield guards around the rink, you always hated those!” Coach Kim smiles and playfully punches his chest.
There is something the Coaches aren’t telling him. Like they’re presenting him with all the benefits before hitting him with a bombshell. You know it and for sure your mother knows it. She has been eerily quiet throughout the whole exchange, if there is one thing more unsettling than her shouting, it’s her silence.
“Albion, huh?” She steps forward and tapers her eyes, “Isn’t that the rink where the Parks are located? And aren’t you Lee Jaeho? The coach of that snake ‘Ice Prince’?”
Tension spreads around everyone’s shoulders, the Coaches can’t look at her, and none of you move.
A loud click echoes throughout the rink as someone walks through the door.
“Coach what the fuck?” The voice booms behind you, “Why did I have to drive almost an hour to come here, why couldn’t we just meet at Albi?”
Park Sunghoon.
What’s that saying? Speak of the devil and he shall appear? His mother shuffles in behind him, vocalising her own distaste for being here as if it were the most inconvenient thing in the world. Little do they know…
It’s like the world stops when Sunghoon and Minhee see each other and not in a rom-com way, “What the fuck is HE doing here?” Sunghoon points to Minhee, not taking his eyes off him.
“This is MY rink, Park.”
Sunghoon and Minhee have been competitors since they were 9 years old. Each of them competes against one another in every competition, always striving for first place. It began as healthy competition, and they were even friends at one point, but as they grew older and each mother became increasingly determined to claim their kid was superior to the others, a rivalry developed. If one of them did something, the other had to outdo it tenfold.
When Minhee learned how to do a double axel, Sunghoon learned a triple. When Sunghoon landed his Euler jumps, Minhee was landing an Euler but following it up with a Salchow. When Minhee won the Junior Silver Medal in 2015, Sunghoon won the Junior Gold Medal in 2016.
It was always like this.
Their similarities didn’t help either, both 20, towering at 6”0, and blessed with faces that effortlessly drew admiring glances from girls. Objectively, you’ve only really seen the attraction to Sunghoon given that Minhee is your brother, however, you're not blind to the bevvy of girls who gravitate towards him either. This is precisely why your mother insisted on Minhee maintaining his brand, which stood in stark contrast to Sunghoon's.
He wasn’t rude or stuck up, actually from what you’ve perceived from afar, he is kind and gentle. But unlike your brother's ‘humble’ persona, Sunghoon knows he’s good and will tell anyone about it. Sunghoon’s confidence is easily mistaken for haughtiness. He can come across as arrogant and cocky, just like those sports journalists have been branding him for years like he thinks he’s better than anyone else past and present.
Having been to every competition Minhee has skated in has led you to know a few things about Park Sunghoon. He was arguably the best skater in the division, even over Minhee, he was determined, hard-working, resilient, and fit as fuck.
To say you used to have a crush on him would be the understatement of the century, matter of fact it was so obvious back then that your mum would often reprimand you for staring at him too long. He was your first crush, you were 8 and he was 9, and like some girls that age you planned out a wedding, a future of 2 dogs and you’d both live in a pink palace. At first, it was his looks, no one in your primary school looked that pretty or even shone a torch compared to him. It was like seeing an angel for the first time. But then you started to grow up, and while still appreciating his face, you focused on how beautifully he skated and how majestic he moved. He was so passionate about the sport it made you feel butterflies, you hadn’t seen love like that before. Sunghoon and the rink were fated to be together.
“Sunghoon, calm down.” His coach whispered, “We need to tell you something-”
“I am NOT sharing my rink with that fucking z-list prick, alright?” Minhee didn’t hold back, he got that anger from your mother.
Turning to his coach, Sunghoon raised his eyebrows, “What does he mean sharing?”
Both Coaches exhaled. You can’t imagine how many times they have had to explain this situation, they probably should have just sent out an email. So as Coach Lee takes Sunghoon and his mum to the side, Coach Kim is looking at Minhee apologetically, “I’m sorry, Minhee. I know he’s your biggest competition, and trust me, I don’t exactly love this outcome either,” rubbing a hand down his exhausted face he whispers, “but work with me here. I’ve scheduled you guys at different times, you won’t even need to see him.”
“That’s not the point, Coach, you know how I feel about him.”
If it wasn’t for your mum you seriously ponder whether Minhee would have such a strong hatred for the fellow ice skater, and as you look at Sunghoon you wonder the same thing.
“I know trust me, you and your mother make that perfectly clear every time we cross them at comps, but you just gotta live with it, son.”
The coaches come back together and look at both of their young prodigies, “Minhee you’ll train morning, and Sunghoon you’ll train nights. Because of the merger of rinks, we have an excessive number of skaters, so we are making it a 24-hour arena but ONLY for you two and Wonyoung since Nationals are coming up.” Both coaches nodded their heads as if agreeing with themselves that this was a good choice, “So if you happen to turn up at the same time, you respect each others’ space and behave like grown men. Got it?”
Grumbling, your brother rolls his eyes, and Sunghoon nods. This is going to be a disaster.
Just as you think all bickering would be over, the mothers start chasing after the coaches as they head into the office. You felt bad for the trainers having to deal with this and getting blamed for it all, but most importantly, you feel sorry for them because they have to listen to both your mum and Mrs. Park for at least an hour.
Once the door to their office shut, it was silent, the only noise coming from the large ACs.
Scared to look any of them in the eye you place a hand on Minhee’s arm, “Come on, you need to practice.”
“Emphasis on the ‘need’.” Sunghoon pipes up and you wish he hadn’t. You were a fool to think this parting would be civil.
Minhee pokes his tongue in his cheek and looks at his rival, “You got something to say?” He’s challenging Sunghoon, baiting him to start something, but Sunghoon doesn’t budge, “Better watch my skate doesn’t somehow come flying off and slit you open.” Minhee was all bark and no bite, you knew this, but he seems deadly serious right now.
“Is that a threat?” Sunghoon stands tall against Minhee.
“It’s a fucking promise, Park.”
No one says anything else, they don’t have to, the look in their eyes is scary as they stand toe to toe with one another. “Let’s go, Mini.” You squeak out his nickname. By no means are you a timid person but you don’t want to interject and suddenly find yourself in the firing line.
With a grunt, your brother obeys and storms out and into the changing rooms, leaving you and Sunghoon alone.
His stern eyes flicker to your soft ones, it’s been a while since you’ve been this close to him, close enough to admire him. His black hair is fluffy and unstyled unlike how it is usually when you see him at competitions, the bags under his eyes prove how hard he’s working whether at skating or general life and the freckles that are perfectly placed on his face suddenly look more ethereal than before. Sunghoon is the epitome of beauty.
While you’re staring you fail to notice how he is staring right back at you, taking in all your features like he’s trying to commit them to memory. He hasn’t seen you since Sectionals which didn’t seem like that long ago but to him, it feels like a lifetime. You’ve cut your hair since then and Sunghoon noticed.
Meeting his eyes once again you see how they sparkle, just like they do when he’s on the ice.
“Sorry for my brother, he can be-”
“A dick?”
“A lot,” Your tone is filled with warning. Sunghoon might have been right but that’s still your brother, “He can be a lot but you already know that.”
Walking up to you, he tilts his head and smiles softly, “Don’t start apologising for him now, Sweets.” He leans so his face meets yours, “Or else you’ll be apologising your whole life.”
Sunghoon pats your head and makes his way to the coach's office, leaving you mesmerised.
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Minhee and Sunghoon have successfully kept their distance from each other for the past two weeks, which has been a relief to everyone. If this pattern continues, there is hope that everything will just be a harmonious as before the merge.
Although the rink was now open for their disposal, you were never more grateful. No, it wasn’t for you, the coaches explicitly said it was for the future medalists, but you knew the receptionist for the building and she would let you away with anything if you batted your lashes and gave her a box of Toffees.
Growing up at the rink meant you found solace in the atmosphere and surroundings, so much so that you went there to simply study, the arena oddly hugging you in comfort while you tore the hair from your head. Skaters and staff became your friends with how much time you’ve spent in the bleachers. Typically, it would be during the day with what little spare time you had, but with the building being open around the clock it means you can inhabit the premises in the middle of the night, the perfect time to get your head down and work.
That is where you are headed right now just after your shift at the supermarket. It was as painful as ever with customers not understanding that you don’t make the prices, or that no you cannot watch their baby while they run for a jug of milk. It’s baffling how dense some people can be.
The rink is a nice place to relax and get away from it all.
Pushing open the door you see the receptionist, Miss Barbara, filing her nails. She was a friendly woman, the kind type, but when Coach Kim told her she would have to work some nights she wasn’t so sweet and caring, not to him anyway.
Her real name is just Barbara but as the years went on, she adopted this regal persona and insisted everyone call her Miss or Ma’am. Only you and Minhee gave in to her request though.
“Hi, Miss Barbara,” You wave. Reaching into your white tote bag you retrieve her bribes, eh, goodies, and pass them to her.
With much delight, she wiggles her fingers and slips them from the desk into her lap, “Y/N you are my favourite person that walks through those doors!” Her eyes are trained on the sweets rather than you when she speaks which makes you chuckle.
“Glad I can be held in such high regard, Miss Barbara,” You change your accent to a posh one and wave like a Queen in her tiny town car. Lifting her head, Miss Barbara sees your roleplay and laughs, dismissing you into the rink.
As you step into the arena, the chill of the air greets you, accompanied by the soothing sound of skates slicing through the ice. Finding your way to the centre of the second row of bleachers, you settle in, unpacking your bag and gracefully arranging your belongings. Crossing your legs to create space for your laptop and paper, you deftly balance everything, a skill you've honed to perfection.
Typing in your password you hear the skates coming towards you and scraping to a halt but you don’t look up.
“If you’ve come to spy on my routine you aren’t doing a very good job at hiding.” Sunghoon playfully remarks. You hadn’t even noticed it was him who was skating, since it was usually Wonyoung gracing the ice you just expected it to be her. He looks at your mess of a lap and scrunches his full eyebrows, “Like you’re really not making it discrete.”
You look up and see him pointing to your laptop, “Oh, no I’m just studying.” Returning to typing you hear him scoff, making you look at him again.
“You expect me to believe that?” The look on his face is incredulous when you don’t budge, “What? Don’t they have libraries at your Uni?”
Sunghoon’s tone is accusatory and you don’t like it. “Look, I don’t have beef with you okay? That’s the wrong Kang sibling.” There is no reason for him to be giving you attitude right now, you hadn’t done anything wrong, an innocent bystander in all this.
Deep down he knew that too, but he couldn’t be too careful.
Crossing his arms, he leans on top of the barrier and rests his chin, examining you and how much you’re telling the truth, “So, what? You genuinely just sit here and study? Does the cold stimulate your brain or something?”
“No, it’s like white noise at this point, comforting.” Glancing up you see his still dubious expression, “Ugh, look I come here all the time, ask anyone!” Your arms gesturing to the empty rink is not really helping your case.
Having had enough you slam the laptop shut and stand up, “Whatever, I’ll just go somewhere else.”
Sunghoon shoots his arms up to mock surrender, “Woah, Sweets, calm down, I was just making sure. Need to air on the side of caution, yeah?” His voice softens.
Making you uncomfortable wasn’t on his list of things to do, but his mum made it very clear your whole family wasn’t to be trusted, and he always heeded his mother's warnings even if he thought she was being overdramatic. “Listen, stay here as long as you want but if I see your brother doing a double toe loop into a triple axel I know who to blame.”
With a smirk, you sit back down, “See now you’ve just told me your big secret,” a laugh leaves your lips, “Changed your mind on trusting a Kang so soon huh?”
He’s flabbergasted.
Did he really just tell you part of his routine like it was nothing, in an instant after he just told himself not to be so trusting of you? You’re more dangerous than he first thought, and you aren’t even trying.
After seeing the realisation come over his face you laugh loudly, “Sunghoon, don’t worry. My brother can handle you on his own, he doesn’t need to cheat to beat you.”
“Say that to my 8 first places over him.” It goes silent. It’s not like you could argue with him, Sunghoon did beat Minhee in a lot of skates.
Trying to lighten the mood he points to you, “No pictures.” He jokes and skates away adroitly.
You don’t see the smile creeping onto his face, or the way tries to shake you out of his head. That conversation between you made him want it to be the start of many more, much more.
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Emerging from your room, you're taken aback to find your mom standing right at your door, narrowly avoiding a collision. Both of you gasp and instinctively clutch your chests. "Jesus, Y/N, you scared me," she exclaims. Ignoring the fact that she's lingering around your room, you offer an apology, which she quickly dismisses. "A letter came for you," she informs you, handing over the manila envelope before walking away. At least she isn't one of those moms who loiter and wait for you to open it; she doesn't fuss over things like that. Or perhaps, she doesn't fuss over you.
Abandoning your plan to head to the kitchen for a cup of tea, you return to your bed and sprawl across it, letting your legs dangle off the edge. With a swift motion, you tear open the envelope and unfold the letter, eagerly scanning its contents.
Dear Y/N Kang,
At Yonsei University, our students consistently impress us with their dedication and commitment to excellence. Each year, we have the privilege of acknowledging one outstanding student whose remarkable progress merits special recognition. This year, we are delighted to announce that you have been selected as the top student of Yonsei University.
In light of your exceptional achievements, we would be honoured to celebrate your success by presenting you with an award. A special ceremony, bringing together top students from across the city, will be held on the 23rd of September at 7 pm in the historic Cathedral adjacent to our university campus. You are welcome to bring a plus one to share in this momentous occasion.
Congratulations once again on this well-deserved honour.
You skim-read the rest, and a triumphant smile creeps onto your face. There's no conceivable way you're at the top of the University this year - perhaps the top of your year, but the entire university? It feels like a surreal, sick joke. Investigating the envelope, you spot the official stamp of Yonsei. It's real.
Bounding down the stairs, you find your mum and brother already seated at the dining table, ready for dinner, "Mum, Mini, look!" You flap the paper in their faces, excitement bubbling within you. Your mum tuts and carefully opens the letter, reading it with precision. You're searching for any sign of a reaction, but nothing surfaces. She simply places it down and checks her phone.
You sit down gingerly, awaiting her acknowledgement, hoping for some form of appreciation, "Hmm, thought so." Clicking the lock on her phone, she sets it aside, "Sorry, Y/N, Minhee has a schedule that day."
"But aren't you happy for me?" You ask, your excitement dampening. It's not just about the ceremony; it's about the achievement itself. She should be proud of you, "I'm at the top of my university."
"Yes, you are, darling," your mum responds, her tone lacking enthusiasm. Normally, it wouldn't bother you, but this is a big deal, huge even, and she couldn't spare you the time of day to at least pretend to be happy for you.
Your heart sinks, and the elation you felt a moment ago dissipates. She really did not care, and the void of her indifference casts a shadow over your significant accomplishment.
Minhee places a comforting hand on your shoulder, sensing your disappointment. "Top of the class, huh? Finally, you get one of your awards in my trophy room." His attempt at humour falls flat in the weight of the moment. Minhee notices your lack of response, withdrawing his hand and sinking into silence, his gaze fixed downward.
“We just can’t go, your brother has an advertisement to film that day, we’ve been planning it for months. You understand.”
You had no choice but to understand.
“Yes, Mum.” The acceptance cuts deep. You've never blamed Minhee for the uneven distribution of favouritism; it wasn't his fault, yet, the sting of yearning for a moment in the spotlight, just once, remains. The chair you rise from screeches against the floor. "I need to go tell my friends about it."
There isn’t a protest from her, so you slip out quietly. Minhee extends a hand toward you, a silent gesture of support, but you don’t bother acknowledging it. The door closes behind you, leaving a trail of unresolved emotions lingering in the air.
In truth, you didn’t want to tell your friends right now, when you tell them you want it to be a happy occasion, not tarnished by your mum's attitude.
How could she be so nonchalant about the fact that you achieved such an award? You weren’t looking for bells and whistles but a simple ‘Well done, Y/N.’ would have sufficed. Was it too much to ask for? You did all this for her, after all.
A deja vu of last week, you push the heavy doors to the Belmore Centre, greeting Miss Barbara before heading to the rink.
The familiar scent of ice and warm rubber infiltrates your nose, offering solace and temporarily numbing the thoughts swirling in your mind. The rink, with its unique aura, never fails to bring you a sense of contentment.
As you take your usual seat, you can't help but notice an unusual absence of the rhythmic sound of skates cutting through the ice. It's just past 8 pm, yet the rink is eerily silent. For a change, it's pure bliss, the absence of the usual hustle and bustle providing an unexpected sanctuary.
Sitting with your head in your hands, you succumb to overthinking. If only you could have skated and achieved something that your mum could be proud of. What would it take?
A tear slips down your cheek, and you're oblivious to the approaching presence.
Sunghoon’s smile is subtle as he takes in your dishevelled appearance. You’re not in your usual jacket, in fact, you look like you've hastily run out of the house as if you were just popping into the shop for milk.
With your hands buried in your head, he hears a sniffle, realizing that you're crying, “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Sunghoon drops his bag and skates as he rushes over to you, concern all over his face.
Shaking your head you just cry harder as your brain screams at you. It is so loud you can’t hear anything else, certainly not the boy sitting next to you.
He rubs your back to calm you down but to no avail. Instead, you cry harder and he doesn’t know what to do. Sunghoon isn’t exactly an expert when it comes to crying girls, “Sweets, stop crying.” Great, Sunghoon, just great, he curses himself, “Umm, no wait, shit, breathe! I’ve heard that works before.” He quickly made the realisation he would never make it as a therapist.
Sunghoon is always so confident and self-assured but right now with you he has no idea how to act.
What he doesn’t realize is that his awkward attempt to console you has genuinely worked. Sunghoon fumbling over his words gives you something to focus on, and hearing him mutter to himself about how awful he is at this makes you laugh. It’s a small laugh but one that breaks through the heaviness of the moment.
Hearing your laughter, Sunghoon whips his head to face you, his hand continuing to rub soothing circles on your back. “What happened, Y/N?” His voice carries a gentle concern, inviting you to share, but you just shake your head, not ready to delve into the details. “Nah, come on. Whatever it is has really upset you. It’s better to talk about it.”
His voice resonates with a soothing calmness, making you feel like you could confide in him about anything.
“I just feel like I'm not good enough and that anything I do will never meet her standards,” you shrug, expressing the weight of self-doubt that has been dragging you down.
“Ah, it’s your mum, right?” His lips purse as he gazes ahead to the rink. The elude to ‘her’ being his only anchor of reasoning.
Your silence serves as confirmation. Sunghoon, all too familiar with the feeling of not being enough, understands your pain. But in this moment, it's not about him. He can only offer superficial advice, “If you live your life based on other's expectations, you’ll never be truly happy.”
“Says the competitive figure skater,” you lightly laugh, a hint of sadness slowly dissipating from your face.
Sunghoon pauses the reassuring circles between your shoulders and sighs, “You got me there.” You were right; who was he to tell you to stop living for other people when that’s all he has ever done since he was 6?
Seeing how his shoulders slump, you worry you might have hit a nerve. “Hey, I didn’t me—”
“Do you want to do something reckless?” The sudden switch from sadness to confidence confuses you, and you gaze at him as if he has two heads. It's remarkable how quickly he pulled himself out of his own thoughts, and you can't help but feel a twinge of envy.
When you don’t respond, he pushes the idea further, “Come on, Sweets. Didn’t have you as the type to say no to a little fun.”
“There's a big difference between reckless and fun, so which is it?” you ask.
“Come and find out.” He smirks, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Suddenly, Sunghoon springs to his feet and yanks you out of your seat, propelling you into whatever scheme he has up his sleeve. As his hand interlocks with yours, a peculiar flutter dances in your stomach.
“Where are we going?” You glance around as he drags you past the rink and into the back rooms. "What’s so fun about plain grey walls and 'Employee of the Month' posters?”
Sunghoon simply rolls his eyes in response to your question.
The next thing you know, you're in a warehouse-like room, surrounded by old skating equipment, acrylite shields you've seen hockey players collide with, and an army of mannequins.
What somehow escapes your notice is the giant red Zamboni that Sunghoon is confidently strolling towards.
Seeing you mesmerized by the mannequins, Sunghoon waits for you to turn around, but you're too engrossed in the plastic figures to notice him. “Looking for your next boyfriend in there?” he teases, his voice slicing through the silence of the room.
Jumping at the unexpected remark, you hastily remove your hand from one of the figures' chests and whip around. Sunghoon leans against the Zamboni, a tilted smirk gracing his face, hands tucked casually in his trouser pockets. Embarrassed, you mumble a quick 'shut up' and shuffle over to him. To be honest, those dummies probably would have offered a more exciting conversation than most men.
Your eyes finally land on the Zamboni. It gleams, proudly bearing the bold inscription 'Zamboni Campbell' on the side. A few years ago, Coach Kim, in a moment of whimsy, had asked people to name the ‘new love in his life’ through a Facebook post. Some 7-year-old had chosen 'Zamboni Campbell.' It might not have been the most clever name, but considering his age, you let it slide.
“Please stop leaning on Zamboni Campbell; she’s a national treasure,” you interject, half-joking. If anything were to happen to her, you imagine Coach Kim might have an aneurysm.
The figure skater scoffs and pushes himself off the machine, “She’s no Zamby Malik.” He jokes, “My baby boy is probably being abused right now.” The comment raises an eyebrow; what is it with some people and their weird fascination for anything with a motor? Your expression remains neutral as Sunghoon looks at you. “Zamby Malik? Albion’s Zamboni? Named after Zayn Malik?” he questions.
“Yeah, got that reference, thanks.” Stepping forward, your eyes meet his. “I have been a Niall worshipper for many, many years,” you say proudly. You’ve been a dedicated fan of Niall and all the One Direction boys forever.
“Eh, more of a Louis girl myself,” Sunghoon shrugs and turns to face the ice resurfacer. “So, how badly have you ever wanted to ride her?” His hands rub together in a way that eerily resembles a villain plotting an evil scheme.
Nope. Absolutely not. You're not getting on that thing. For one, Coach Kim would undoubtedly kill you both if he found out. He loves the Zamboni more than his own children. And two, you have no idea how to operate it. Disaster is inevitable. “I am not getting on that thing!”
Sunghoon gives you a look that says ‘Of course, you are getting on that thing.’ but he can give you all the looks he wants, you are not doing it.
“Sweets, you need to have a go. It’ll help whatever is going on in that pretty little head of yours.” Sunghoon's hand playfully ruffles your hair before he strides towards the steps of the Zamboni.
Fixing your hair consciously, you find yourself following him. “How will it help exactly? When I die from crashing it or at the hands of Coach Kim, at least I'll be free of my thoughts?”
Sunghoon spins around, and you walk right into his chest. “I was thinking more along the lines of a clear rink, clear mind, but your reasoning works too, I suppose.” His hands grip your shoulders and push you at arm's length. “So?”
As you weigh up your options, for him, there's only one option – getting you behind the wheel of Zamboni Campbell.
“I don’t know how to drive it though, Sunghoon.” That would surely deter him from this ridiculous idea. But it doesn't.
“Duh,” His eyes rolled once again, “I’ll teach you obviously.”
It’s at that moment you understand that regardless of how long you’ve known him, you don’t actually know him. In fact, you haven’t even had a conversation this long before.
“Since when did you know how to ride a Zamboni?” You inquire and Sunghoon removes his hands from your shoulders, running his fingers through his hair. God, he is so handsome.
“You learn a thing or two being on the ice so long.”
The truth is, he was constantly pestering the maintenance guy at Albion to clean the ice before his practice. He got so fed up hearing Sunghoon complain he told him to do it himself. So he learned, and ever since, he’s been whizzing on a Zamboni.
You are running out of excuses, and part of you is agreeing with him that this will be good for you. “Fine.”
“That’s a girl!” Sunghoon huffs, and you move to walk up the steps, but he stops you, holding up two fingers. “Two things first.”
Removing his long liquorice-colored coat, he gently places it on your shoulders. The warmth lingering from his body heat in the linings of the jacket makes you realize how cold you were. “It gets cold up there,” he says, straightening out the collar.
You push your arms through the holes and wrap yourself up in it. Sunghoon has broad shoulders, so the jacket makes you look ten times smaller than you are, creating a cosy cocoon.
If he knew it was okay to say, he'd probably tell you how cute you look. For now, he keeps that thought to himself.
Murmuring a polite ‘thank you,’ you're grateful he doesn’t ask why you don't have your jacket. Sunghoon hasn’t pushed you to talk about it at all, and that's something you appreciate.
Sunghoon climbs up and gets situated behind the wheel.
“Wait, you said there were two things?” The jacket is one, and what else?
“Ah, there’s only one seat up here so,” he pats his lap, “You’re going to have to sit on my knee.”
He has to be joking, yet his face looks serious, a tinge of red sneaking onto his neck and ears. He’s blushing. The playful challenge in his eyes mixes with genuine warmth. It's clear he wants to make you smile.
Cute.
“I can’t teach you from down there, now come on up.” He continues.
He won’t give up, apparently, so with a huff, you start scaling the steps, standing at the top and realise how high this thing is. Sunghoon puts his hand out for you to take as he guides you to sit down. “This is super high,” you state patently.
Sunghoon laughs and shakes his head, “You’re just small, Sweets.” His hands go to your waist to stabilise you while you hike one leg over him. “That’s it, not so scary, huh?”
Slowly, you sit down on his lap, getting yourself comfortable. You feel his thighs tense under you. “Oh, am I too heavy?”
Quickly, he shakes his head, “No, not at all, I’ve got legs of steel.” He slaps the side of his thigh and relaxes them a little. Sunghoon won’t say it, but the way you wriggled to get comfy was putting pressure straight on his cock, making him tense up. It would be rude to pop a boner right now no matter how good you feel, given the circumstances.
“So what do I do?”
“Hmm?” He was too busy lost in his thoughts he forgot what he was doing. “Oh, right,” he turns on the machine and guides you through the steps. “So there are six levers, each does their own thing—conditioner, elevation, brush, tyre wash, wash water,” he continues going through the controls.
While he’s explaining, you observe how fast his lips are moving. Is he always this talkative, or is it just with you? A part of you hopes for the latter. “And we are good to go.” He finishes and smiles. You probably should have paid attention because now he’s looking at you expectantly. “You didn’t listen to a word I just said, did you?”
“Something about water being washed?” you bring your shoulders up sheepishly and smile, showing all your teeth.
The look on his face feigns annoyance, “How about I drive and you sit there and look pretty, yeah?”
Pretty. That’s the second time he's inadvertently called you pretty.
Sunghoon reaches his arm around you, starting the machine up and driving it onto the rink, his other hand is holding you securely in his lap. The ice resurfacer is in full swing as it sweeps the edges of the rink. You haven’t seen the rink from this angle before and it brings forth a new appreciation.
“Gonna need you to pump for me.”
It takes you a minute to process his words before craning your neck around to look at him, “Excuse me?” You have no idea in what context that sentence couldn’t be laced with innuendo.
He seems unphased, or maybe just unaware of his words double entendre, and points to the right of the machine, “This Zam has a manual wash water lever, you need to pump it for me, Sweets, I can’t reach it with you on my lap.”
Can he please stop saying pump for all that is holy?
You screw your head back on and see the black lever he is talking about, “This one?”
His one hand on your hip squeezes slightly when you reach over, “Yeah just lift it up and down, it might be heavy for you so be careful.”
Sunghoon watches you pump the water washer a few times, you use both hands to grasp the lever so he tightens his hold on your waist to ensure your safety. After he has focused on the task at hand he notices the way your hands are gripped around the lever, your fingers barely able to wrap around it. He can’t stop the next thoughts that come into his head. What he wouldn’t give to have you stroking his cock with those pretty hands.
The next thing he notices is how you’re softly grunting as you put the work in and your arms losing pace due to repetition and tiredness. The scene in front of him isn’t calming his thoughts down any because now he’s thinking if these noises are similar to ones you would make while bouncing on his dick. He feels like a pervert because here you are upset and he’s got crude thoughts of you infiltrating his mind.
“That’s enough for now, Sweets.” His voice is strained, he could have watched you do that for hours but for the sake of the ice and his dignity, he needs you to stop.
Pulling away and shuffling back to comfort on his lap you smile, “That was weirdly fun. It got some frustration out of me.”
It’s ironic because frustration has seeped into Sunghoon, horny frustration, and you are so blissfully unaware.
“Wow, look how sparkly it is!” You exclaim as your eyes are glued to the ice behind you. Maybe only once have you seen the rink so clean, but even then it wasn’t like this, it’s practically glistening. Zamboni Campbell needs to pat herself on the back.
The boy steering her also needs to praise himself not just for the excellent resurfacing job, but also for helping you. It’s not until now you see that his plan worked, he got you out of your head and stopped the crippling thoughts that were bound to consume you if you didn’t have this distraction.
Both of you lap the rink 4 times before Sunghoon looks at his handy work and smiles, “She drives like a dream.” He steers back into the warehouse, trying to park the Zamboni close enough to where they found it.
“Better than Zamby Malik?” You tease.
“Never, but she’s not far off.” Sunghoon doesn’t let go of the hold he has on your waist despite the ice resurfacer being stagnant. Instead, he’s slightly massaging your sides, an action you can barely feel because of his coat engulfing your body, but you feel it enough.
Turning around so your legs are draped fully over his thighs, you're about to get off him, but you don't. You should stand up, climb down the steps, and leave it as a nice memory, but this future memory feels too short like there should be something more to it.
Sunghoon feels it too, that’s why he’s staring at you so intensely. The once shallow smile he had on his face now dropped off; his eyes are looking deep into yours, and his hands move up your waist slightly, yet he doesn’t make a move.
This has to be your decision. Something you want.
If there was ever an inappropriate time to think about your brother, it’s when you’re two seconds away from kissing a guy. Minhee’s face flashes in your mind, and you realize what you’re about to do - you’re about to kiss Minhee’s biggest rival, his arch-nemesis, how could you even face your brother if you gave in to this?
Sunghoon watches you while your brain flips out; you don’t look like you’re 100% certain of the idea of his lips on yours. “Sweets?” he squeezes your waist and sighs, “We should get going.”
Oh.
All you’re thinking about is why he didn’t kiss you, and why it hurt a little that he didn’t. It looked like he wanted to; maybe you took too long, or he stared long enough to realize you weren’t actually pretty. You guys don't even know each other well, but you feel yourself being pulled towards him. Wasn’t it the same for him? Your brain went from overthinking one thing to another.
Nodding your head, you stand up carefully and make your way down. You can’t even look at him out of shame and guilt for even entertaining the idea of kissing him. Your mum would be so disappointed if she knew.
Sunghoon follows you down but unlike you he is keeping his eyes fixed on your face, focusing on every change in your manner both positive and negative. He wanted to kiss you but you looked like you were about to pass out from the thought of it. Sunghoon wanted you to be certain, “I’ll drive you home.”
“No, no it’s fine, I’m not that far from here.” Being in a car with him after this wouldn’t be the best outcome, your mind is still on his lips.
“Please, Y/N, it’s late. I just want to make sure you’re safe. Anything could happen.” Sunghoon doesn’t want you to walk home, yes because of safety concerns, but also because he wants to spend even a fraction of a minute more time with you. You seem to be one of the few people in this world he can relax around.
He should have just kissed you.
The look on his face is serious but his eyes are soft, not asking but begging you to just say yes.
“Sure.” The atmosphere is heavy, filled with longing and tension. You’re both thinking different things.
You’re analysing every specific detail from tonight to see if you have done something wrong, anything that would have stopped him from kissing you.
And Sunghoon’s brain is filled with various thoughts of you from tonight. The lever, the way you felt so right sitting in his lap, and more importantly how amazing it felt to be the one that made you smile. The way you smiled and giggled on the Zamboni is something he is going to commit to memory.
As of today, he will start keeping part of his brain solely for you to occupy.
The walk to Sunghoon's car is silent, free of the laughter and conversation that previously filled your space. Both of you appear to be over-analysing each other's previous acts, which makes the situation more awkward than it needs to be.
Sunghoon's car is impressive: a sleek monochrome Peugeot New 2008 with a black interior. The scent of his fresh cologne combines with the ocean-scented tree-shaped air freshener hanging from the rearview mirror.
“This is a nice car.” You note, buckling up your seatbelt.
“She’s a beaut, isn’t she? Got her as part of a brand deal with Peugeot Sport.” His hands caress the smooth wheel and his lips upturn into a proud smile. Brand deals and advertisements are not what you want to hear about right now, especially when it’s the one thing your mum cared about instead of your award. Your sour mood doesn’t go unnoticed, “Let’s get you home, yeah?”
That was the one place you didn’t really want to be right now but you nod, shoulders slumped a little at the thought of facing your mum again.
“Or,” Sunghoon starts, “We could get some food? The University Cafe is always open late.”
It was like he could read your mind, “Yeah, I could eat.”
With that, Sunghoon starts the car and drives to the cafe. The way your face turned a little paler when he said he would take you home alarmed him. He doesn’t think you’re in danger there, Minhee might be a dick but he was protective over you, he wouldn’t let anything happen, and Sunghoon knew that. Whatever it is, you didn’t want to go home, and Sunghoon is more than willing to keep you to himself for a couple more hours.
The journey to the cafe, situated more on his side of town, unfolds in silence, only disrupted by the gentle strains of Hozier's "Like Real People Do" emanating from the radio. A wry smile tugs at Sunghoon's lips, finding the song's relevance a touch on the nose for the current situation.
Upon arriving at the cafe, you're taken aback by its shabby appearance - chipped walls, adjacent graffiti, not to mention it’s deserted. Sunghoon, attuned to your hesitance, reassures you, “It’s a lot nicer than it looks, promise. I’ve been coming here forever.” Stepping out of the car, he leaves you with the choice of venturing into the weathered establishment or remaining in the safety of the car. Despite your reservations, a rumble from your stomach nudges you to join him inside.
The interior mirrors the exterior's wear and tear, yet a certain comfort envelops the air as Sunghoon guides you with a reassuring hand on the small of your back. “Sit anywhere you like, Sweets.”
Opting for a seat by the back window, you settle into the firm, brown booth without ridding yourself of Sunghoon's coat, a silent acknowledgement that your stay may be short-lived. You aren’t a snob but you have a cafe like this in your side of town and it isn’t somewhere you choose to occupy.
Noticing your scrutiny of the surroundings, Sunghoon, with a laugh, takes a seat across from you, studying your expression, "You don’t like it, huh?"
Huffing, you cast a critical eye around the place, "Not really, no."
You were brutally honest, he’ll give you that, “Wait until you try their food and then judge okay?” He chuckles and hands you the menu on the table.
A waitress waltzes over with a pen and paper. She’s too beautiful for a place like this, her rosy cheeks and long flowing brown hair make you jealous, “Sunghoon! My favourite ice slasher, how is it going?”
While they engage in small talk you look at the menu looking for something safe to eat. Maybe you should just wait for Sunghoon to order and get the same thing.
“Y/N, you know what you want?” He turns to you.
“Oh, so you’re the Y/N?” the waitress grins.
What does that mean? How does she know your name? When you glance at Sunghoon, you notice his intense stare fixed on the girl. This is strange. The waitress seems to pick up on Sunghoon's unspoken communication, smirking as she says, "I mean, you're Kang Minhee's sister, right?" She then slowly turns her attention to you.
Ah, that's how she knew. He must have spoken ill of Minhee and you enough times for her to recognize you. Fueled by this assumption, you shift into defence mode. "Yeah, I am," you reply sharply, your expression hardening as you lean back, raising your eyebrows and waiting for her response, half-expecting her to be rude to you.
Strangely, the waitress's expression brightens. "It's nice to meet you, Y/N. Can I get you anything?" Her voice carries genuine warmth.
Now you feel a bit guilty. She seems genuinely nice.
"Uh," you glance at the menu again, uncertain of what to order. "What's good?"
Sunghoon intervenes with a smile. "She'll take my usual," he tells the waitress as she departs. Ordinarily, you dislike when men presume to order for you, but in this instance, you're grateful for the assistance. "It's just a plain cheese and ham panini with tomato, pesto, and hot sauce. It sounds simple, but it's delicious."
You expected Sunghoon to be a burger and fries kind of guy, but with his physique and strict regimen, you should have known his tastes would lean towards the healthier side of things.
“Did you order a drink with this ‘usual’ or am I supposed to just swallow it dry?”
“Comes with diet coke and a lime.” He says timidly, now for the first time he is self-conscious about his food choice. Sunghoon would like nothing more than to chomp into a pizza and a full-fat Pepsi but with National’s coming up at the end of the year, he needs to stick somewhat to his meal plan. In hindsight, he should have ordered you something you might have liked. What did you like? He didn’t even know that simple fact, “Do you want something else? I can change it.”
“No it’s okay, I’ll trust your judgment,” You relax into the booth, “Shoot me if i’m being too straight forward but don’t you have enough money to go like, I don’t know, somewhere nicer than this?”
Raising his hands in a gun motion he pretends to shoot you and you fake a wound in your shoulder. It’s nice to be playful like this, Sunghoon hasn’t had this for a long time, “You know how to ask a question, Sweets.”
He then shrugs and looks around the cafe, not unlike how you were doing earlier but his eyes aren’t filled with distaste; they’re shining in fondness.
“It’s where my dad would take me after practices. Mum would never let me come here once I started aiming for professional level, too much grease and too many carbs.” He recalls a time his mum had him on a diet at 11 because he wasn’t flying high enough and a frown appeared on his face, “My dad though, he wanted me to be at least somewhat a normal kid so every Wednesday when mum worked late we would come here. Eat whatever we want and then pop a breath mint in the car.”
Sunghoon’s features are mixed with hurt and fondness, “Sorry, about your dad.” You offer your condolences.
When Sunghoon was 15 his dad died of a heart attack right before the Junior Championships and it broke him to the point he didn’t want to skate anymore, it wasn’t fun because his dad was always the one to cheer him on. His parents had their roles, his mum was strict and direct, getting him to train hard and achieve his best. And his dad was the reliever, encouraging him to have fun and let loose, be a kid. With one half of the balance scales gone, it was difficult for Sunghoon to maintain any adolescent normality. Perhaps that’s why he’s so fond to have you around.
In the silence you speak up, “You know your dad used to sneak me a packet of Haribos nearly every competition.” The boy's head whips to look at you and tilts, a knowing look on his face, “Yeah, and every time he would say ‘With everything so sour, we deserve something sweet’.” You smile at the thought.
“I-, he was kind like that.” He wants to say more, but he stops himself.
His dad was the nicest man in the whole world. When you found out the news that he passed away, you cried a little. Your mum being your mum she didn’t understand it, claimed you didn’t know him enough to mourn. Regardless of how well you knew him, people who were so kind and loving don’t deserve to be taken from this world so quickly.
You see the look on Sunghoon’s face lighten up a little, the shadow over his eyes washing away and when he looked at you, the sparkle came back, “So, you can’t hate this place or else I can pull the dead dad took me here card.”
“Fine. I love it.” The words feign mocking when in actuality they are full of understanding.
The waitress from earlier brings over the drinks in a frosted glass with a lime wedge on the rim, “There you go! Added extra ice for my Ice Prince.”
My. She could have said ‘The’.
It stirred up something within your chest. Jealousy? Okay but why are you getting jealous over this? You don’t know because you aren’t exactly his and you have never been the threatened type, so you don’t know what’s going on with you.
“Food will be right out!” She hops away and she is back in a flash with the Paninis.
What you don’t expect is Sunghoon to take both of them and add some condiments, opening up the middle to pour a slight bit of salt and some mayonnaise.
“Excuse me, I don't need your hands all over my food.” Crossing your arms you wait for him to stop but he doesn’t. Instead, he shows you his hands, stretching them over the table.
“Look how clean they are, Sweets.” They are clean and oh-so pretty. Suddenly you’re jealous of the food that receives his touch, wishing it was you. You need to get a grip, first the waitress, and now a piece of toasted bread are the objects of your envy.
It’s like your crush from when you were little came back tenfold, with every second you spend with him that little innocent pash is turning into full blown infatuation. Now with added hormones, it’s like you’re drawn to him more than ever. It’s scary how quickly you fell back into your feelings, whatever they were.
“Y/N?” He brings you back to reality with his low voice, retreating his hand, “Lost you for a minute there.”
Passing you the food you thank him, “Sorry, happens a lot. I tend to overthink literally everything.” It’s a confession you haven’t let pass your lips. Not ever. “I learned to control it as I got older but if I’m upset I can’t stop it 99% of the time, even if it’s something simple like putting salt on this food.”
Sunghoon sees you physically overthinking what you just said. It’s the exact same face you made when you were inches from kissing him.
He understands the situation earlier a little better now.
“So what’s upsetting you now, Sweets?” He asks, “You said you didn’t feel good enough, what happened?”
Shuddering, you remember your words. You’re embarrassed that you blurted out your feelings so readily, “It’s nothing.” Then you remember, “Why did you think it was my mum?”
“If your mum is anything like mine, and I guarantee she is, then I don’t ‘think’ it was your mum, I know it.” There’s an empathy shining in his eyes, “What did she do?”
“I got some good news, and when I told her about it,” Sighing, you try to aggregate your feelings. Sunghoon’s hand makes contact with your forearm as he sees you struggle. The soothing motion of his thumb calms you instantly, “she just dismissed it. Like my achievement wasn’t up to par with Mini’s.”
“What was the good news?”
“Nothing major I guess. I’m the top student at my University for the year and I’m receiving an award.”
Sunghoon is furious. Your mum had downplayed your achievement and now you don’t think it’s a big deal and he wasn’t having it, “Y/N. You go to Yonsei, right?” Once you nod he continues, “Then that IS major, what are you talking about?”
“It’s not exactly a Championship medal.” Your shoulders slump.
“And?” Squeezing your arm he tries to make you see past your mother and her shitty attitude, “Some people would think your achievement means more than one of his, does that make Minhee’s less than yours?” You mumble a quick ‘of course not’, not grasping what he’s saying, “Then why do you think that way about your award? Sweets, it’s fucking amazing you should be proud of yourself.”
You are, it’s your mum who isn’t and that’s what you can’t get over.
Instead of answering back you avoid the conversation altogether and start eating the food in front of you.
One bite has you falling in love with the taste, the pesto combination with the cheese and parma ham melts in your mouth and makes your tongue dance. You owe this shabby place an apology.
Triumph etches onto Sunghoon’s face as he sees the same fireworks behind your eyes that he had when he first tried the food. He knew you’d like it.
“Oh, my days.” You stare at him wide-eyed, one hand covering your mouth. Never will you doubt him again.
“Told you.” He smirks and eats some of his own, the familiar aroma and your face make his chest fill with glee and gratification, “I’ve just learned two things about you in this last minute.”
“And what’s that?” You question, taking another bite.
“You love the food here and will never question my taste again,” Your eyes are still on the food but you nod to agree, “And you’re an avoider.”
What is that supposed to mean?
“An avoider?”
Sunghoon leans back and picks up a tissue, cleaning the crumbs from his fingers, “You changed the topic pretty fast when you didn’t want to have a conversation you’re uncomfortable with. You can’t accept what I’m saying is right, your achievement is just as mighty as all of Minhee’s and it IS a big deal.”
Arguing with him about it is pointless. Does it mean you won’t though? No.
“It’s not that I'm not accepting what you’re saying,” it is, he thinks to himself, “I just don’t need to air my drama or feelings to someone I don’t know.”
“Believe it or not, asking questions and having conversations like this is how you get to know people,” Sunghoon pushed the food to the side and leaned forward, “I just want to get to know you.”
You challenge him by matching his posture and leaning on the table, “Whatever happened to, oh I don’t know, what’s your favourite colour?”
“White. See, easy right?” He’s smug. Sunghoon isn’t trying to pressure you to answer the question, he just thinks if you speak about the issue, it’ll alleviate the burden. A problem shared is a problem halved after all. “How about you ask me anything at all, and I’ll answer it because I know that’s how you get to know me.”
“Anything at all?”
“Yeah.”
“Then why didn’t you kiss me earlier?”
Stunned. Shocked. Astounded. Whatever other synonym he could use, that’s exactly how he feels right now. For the first time in his life, he is speechless. How do you keep doing this to him? Never has anyone been so forthright with him.
Seeing his cheeks flush red and eyes dart around as if finding the answer in his brain you know you’ve won, “Not so eager to speak now, huh?”
Exhaling, Sunghoon sits back, “You looked like you were going to pass out,” He begins his answer, “You got in your head about something and it made you second guess.”
“I was thinking about Minhee.”
Sunghoon’s face shrivels, “Sweets, I know we’re compared a lot but I didn’t think he’d be my competition with you too?” Sunghoon’s voice is playful but he is worried about the next words out your lips.
Stretching over the table you slap his chest, “Ew, no that’s disgusting! Don’t even think like that!” You’re appalled at even the inclination, “It’s just that, you’re Park Sunghoon, you said it yourself he’s your competition,” He goes to say something and you stop him, “in SKATING. You’re so disgusting.” Laughter fills your booth, food and drinks forgotten, “If I ever kissed you he would freak the fuck out.”
The boy across from you knows exactly what you’re talking about, more than know, “If Minhee wasn’t a factor, would you have kissed me back?”
“Yes.”
Responding before your brain has a chance to filter the words is also a downside to your overthinking mind. So many thoughts in one brain make it easier for slips like this to happen, but you aren’t too concerned about this one, he probably already knew you would have kissed him back there if you weren’t preoccupied with contemplation.
Just as you think you’ll get to speak about what transpired earlier, the waitress comes over to take your plates away, “All done?”
Sunghoon nods and goes to pull out his wallet to pay but as he pats himself down to find it, he remembers it’s in his coat - the coat you’re still wearing “Uh, Sweets?” He points to his coat trying to tell you it’s in there.
Smirking you search the inner pockets to find a Prada wallet. You could have some fun with this.
“That’s okay, Hoonie, I’ve got it.” You pull out a few £20 notes and hand them to the waitress, “It’s my treat tonight, didn’t I tell you that? Only the best for my hard-working man.” Making kissy faces at him, his face goes red and his lips go in a thin line.
It wasn’t the fact you just paid £80 for a £12 meal with his money, although that will be addressed later on, it was the nickname and calling him your man that has him trying to control himself. The sweet albeit lightheartedly jeering way of your words made his heart tight in the best possible way. If there was a button board on Sunghoon’s chest, filled with all his emotions like annoyance, lust, happiness, solace, and aggravation, you had pushed every one of them tonight.
Laughing you put the wallet back into his coat. He looks so cute when he goes red like that, it almost makes you want to treat him like an actual princess or stuff him in your pocket. Either way, you wanted to look after him in some form or other.
“Are you quite done now?” Sunghoon gains back his composure as he watches you chuckling away to yourself.
Suddenly, nothing was funny anymore when your phone goes off, flashing your brother's name on the screen.
You have to go home and Sunghoon knows it too, “Y/N, I would keep you out all night if I could, but Minhee might send out a missing police report if I do.”
Now that you’ve somewhat spoken the issue out loud, you think you’re being a bit over the top about it all but your body still has the overbearing weight placed on your shoulders. Facing your mum right now was the last thing you wanted but you know you can’t avoid her forever.
“I’ll text him. He thinks I’m at Rina’s place telling her and Allen the news.” Quickly standing up you type a generic reply back, telling him you’ll be home soon.
Sunghoon keeps two steps behind you while you walk out of the cafe, his arm hovering by your side to guide you as you text and walk at the same time, he waves goodbye to the waitress and she wafts the cash in her face, fanning herself with his hard-earned money. All he can do is laugh and show his disbelief at her flaunting through his expression.
“There. Sent.” You put the phone into Sunghoon’s coat pocket. You’re almost at his car when you hear him speak up.
“Hey, Sweets?”
“Hmm?”
Sunghoon grabs your left arm, twirls you around, and presses his lips against yours.
The action knocks the air from your lungs and your eyes widen. Park Sunghoon was kissing you. His palms cup each of your cheeks, his lips moving against yours as he backs you up until your back hits the side of his car. This is what you wanted back at the rink, to have the feeling of his mouth moulding to yours, except it was better than expected, it felt like heaven.
He can't seem to get enough of you as he fervently kisses your mouth, his tongue sliding along your lips, eliciting a soft moan from you that's music to his ears. It was a daring move to kiss you so suddenly, and in an ideal world, he would have asked for permission first. But he knows that might have sparked another bout of overthinking from you, and he couldn't risk losing this second chance to kiss you tonight.
Sliding his hands into your hair, he gently pulls your head back, granting him better access to your open mouth, deepening the kiss. Lost in the sensation of your lips, he doesn't even notice the subtle movement of your fingers dancing along his waist until they settle between his lower back and the top of his ass.
At this moment, nothing could stop you from kissing or touching him.
Except, perhaps, one person.
Your phone vibrates, indicating an incoming call, but you're too entranced by Sunghoon's lips and tongue to notice. Pressing his body against yours, he traps you between him and the car, the sensation of his hips against yours causing you to instinctively grind against him, using your hands to pull him closer.
However, in the intimate closeness, he can feel your phone vibrating against your body. As much as he wants to ignore it, he knows you can't. "Sweets, your phone," he murmurs between kisses, his hands dropping from your hair to reach into your pocket, even as your lips continue to chase after his. "It's Minhee; you better take it."
No way has he cock blocked you twice in one night.
Grumbling, you take the phone from Sunghoon and answer, “Hi Minhee…No, I wasn’t ignoring you, I was putting on my shoes…no no, you don’t need to pi-”
You pause mid-sentence when Sunghoon starts kissing your neck and squeezing your waist. What does he think he's doing? Glancing down, you catch his eyes sneakily looking up at you. Attempting to push him away only results in him biting down, his fangs teasing the verge of breaking skin. In any other situation, you might have found it hot, but with Minhee yapping in your ear, you don't have time to appreciate it.
“Look, I’m on my way home…I’ll walk, it's not that far…seriously, Minhee- Oh,” you moan involuntarily when Sunghoon kisses your sweet spot, and once he's found it, he doesn’t stop licking and nibbling, “Hoonie, stop it!” You remove the phone from your ear and whisper-shout at him.
“I love it when you call me that,” he smirks, his eyes sparkling mischievously.
Hearing Minhee’s voice come through the phone again, you lift it back up to your ear, “What? Oh, I stubbed my toe, look I’ll be home soon alright…Yes, Allen is here…you know he and Rina are together. I’m going to go, see you soon.” Hanging up, you sigh in exasperation.
Giving Sunghoon a few light whacks, you demand, “Why did you do that?” You're almost certain Minhee heard him, or at least now he might think you're hooking up with Allen.
Bringing his face back up to yours, Sunghoon just shrugs and kisses you again with as much fervour as before. His lips are addicting, and you don’t want to stop, but Rina lives 20 minutes from your house if you walk, and this cafe is at least a 30-minute drive. “Sunghoon, I need to go back,” you say between his insistent kisses.
“How long do I have?” He needs to know how long he can indulge in this before having to let you go.
“Not even a second. I’ll already be late even if we leave now.” When his forehead falls on yours you see the pain on his face, like you’re depriving him of a basic human need.
"Don't say that, tell your friend to phone and say you're staying with her tonight." Sunghoon can't stop his lips from capturing yours again. It's as if he's had a taste of you and doesn't want to give it up, especially now. His hand teases the waist of your trousers, tempting to dip in and touch you where you desperately need him.
Personally, you would love nothing more than to call Rina up and get her to lie, she would do it in a heartbeat but Minhee would never believe it, “I can’t. I never stay over when he has practice in the morning. Mum never wants to make a stop off to pick me up.”
“You’re killing me here.” He states breathlessly, his fingertips dancing down to your pussy as he ghosts your neck with his breath. He’s waiting on you to give him the green light but you are far too concerned about getting home.
He suddenly hates your mum a little more than before. If it wasn’t her dismissing your accomplishments, it was her inability to put you on her priority list, “Can’t you just skip his practice? He’ll have more, trust me he needs it.”
“Don’t ruin this.” You warn him from speaking any more about your brother. It does bring you back to reality just who you were kissing, but you can’t focus on that right now, your only concern is getting home.
Sunghoon apologises by kissing you again, this time more gently, like it came naturally to him, “I need to go home. No excuses.”
It isn't what he wants to hear, but he has to accept it. Stepping away from you, his gaze remains fixed on your lips, which are lush and swollen; he can only picture what they would look like if he had more time to toss you in the back seat. His mind immediately returns to you with the lever, and to be honest, he could throw a tantrum right now over the situation at hand. It was unjust that he couldn't just have you, and he wasn't sure if he'd ever get the chance again.
Moving to his side of the car he slides in and you follow suit. He uses the excuse of buckling your seatbelt for you to give you another kiss and it has you internally giggling and kicking your feet.
You do the same to him, grabbing the seatbelt from him and clipping him in, leaning over to press your lips against his soft ones.
“All I need is 5 minutes,” He whispers against your lips and you laugh, swatting his chest.
You can’t say you don’t ponder it, and when you see his hard on poking so slightly against his trousers, you look at the time and really wonder if you could, but you can’t risk Minhee even getting a whiff of this, “Next time.”
Sunghoon's eyes change from desire to hope in real time, "There'll be a next time?" His cool and confident demeanour fades and is replaced with puppy-like grin as he realises you want more than what you had tonight.
“If you get me home in the next 25 minutes there can be.” You pose and with that, Sunghoon drives out of the car park and down the highway going 10 above the limit.
Reaching closer to your house you put a hand on his thigh as you speak, “Better to drop me off here, so Mini doesn’t see you.” You also have to fake that you walked home from Rina’s so if a big fancy car starts pulling up outside your house, he’s going to know something is up.
Sunghoon takes your hand on his thigh and brings it to his lips, maintaining eye contact with the road as he stops at the curb of your neighbour's house 2 doors down. His grip tightens on your hand as he looks at the time, “Got you here in 27 minutes, Sweets.” Proud of himself he adorns a smile that splits his face in half.
Tutting you pout at him, “I guess there can’t be a next time, so sorry Hoonie.” His stunned face was worth holding in your laugh to act like you’re serious, “If only you had gotten here 2 minutes quicker.”
“Come on,” He exasperated, “There were like 10 red lights in a row.” His thumb points back to where you just drove from.
It’s true, it was bad luck, but you liked playing with him like this.
“Sorry, see you at the rink yeah?” You unbuckle your seatbelt and turn to get out your side of the car, but Sunghoon isn’t letting it end here.
He stretches over to shut the door back over making you gasp, startled by the sudden move, “You don’t want to be a thief do you?” You think he’s going to hit out with something cheesy like how you stole his heart of something, but when his hand grips the coat you’re wearing you understand what he means, “Bad enough you gave my money away but now you’re trying to steal a £500 coat?”
Perplexed by both the price and the unexpected accusation, your mouth hangs open. No wonder the coat is so cosy and warm—it costs most of your month's paycheck. Exiting the car, you impishly mutter a 'fine' as you remove the jacket, placing it on the passenger seat before walking away, feeling considerably colder than before.
Just as you reach the vicinity of your house, Sunghoon calls out, "Sweets?" You spin around to see him jogging up behind you, holding your phone. Ah, you put it in his coat pocket after Minhee's call. Taking it from his grip, you thank him, only to be surprised again when he says, "You also forgot this." What else did you even have on your person to forget?
Sunghoon's mouth quickly meets yours for the nth time tonight. A kiss. You forgot to kiss him.
Sighing, you realize you have to put an end to it. Lingering out in the open so close to your home practically guarantees Minhee will see. "Hoonie."
"Shh," he hushes you, continuing the kiss, "I know, but let me have it since there won't be a next time." A fake sad look takes over his face, his hands running up and down your sides.
"Ugh fine, since you gave me my phone I suppose I could spare you some time." Crossing your arms, you act irritated, while his 'sadness' transforms into a self-satisfied smile. That was the dynamic between you both, always giving what you got, and you wanted to explore it more, no matter how difficult it was.
“See you at the rink then, Sweets.” Messing up your hair he skips back to his car like a kid on Christmas. He was the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.
Spending these past few hours with Sunghoon was like nothing you had ever experienced before. He knew how to wash all of your worries and woes away better than some people you’ve known for years. And when he kissed you it sent shooting stars through your body. If only 8-year-old you could see what had just happened, she would burst with excitement.
With a smile on your face, you rapidly run into your house and up the stairs, trying to be quiet but also too lost in the dizziness from Sunghoon’s kisses. As you reach the top of the stairs, Minhee opens his door and gives you a quizzical look. Oh no, he didn’t see, did he?
“Why do you look like you won the lottery?” Phew, he hadn’t.
“Just, excited about getting the award, that’s all.” It wasn’t totally a lie, he would see right through you if you started to babble out any other excuse so you had to stick to something believable. You are happy about the award, there isn’t a doubt about it, but Sunghoon reassuring you throughout the night made you stop and acknowledge how happy you really were to receive it. Your mum was the one that ruined it for you.
Minhee follows you when you walk into your room, “Y/N? You know I would be there if I could right?” Facing him, you see how sorry he looks about the situation, “I tried to phone the company to move the filming but they can’t.” Of course, he would try to move it for you, that was the kind of brother he was.
A surge of guilt overcomes your body. Here he was trying to move his schedule around, a big important schedule might you add, and you were out there kissing the one boy you shouldn’t be. If Sunghoon wasn’t such a threat to Minhee, you think they could go back to being somewhat friends, but that’s never going to happen.
“It’s okay, Mini. I know you can’t just cancel it.” Your voice is reassuring but his features still hold hurt.
“It’s not okay, Y/N. You’re the most important thing to me in this world, I want to be there for your big moments like you’ve been there for mine.” You could cry. Minhee wasn’t the type to show his emotions so being on the receiving end of such words makes you tear up a little, “Hey, Bubs, don’t cry.”
He hasn’t called you Bubs in so long, the childhood nickname growing out as you both got older. There was a bond between you and your brother, other siblings used to say how envious they were.
“I don’t want to speak ill of our mum but she was a bitch tonight. I should have said something.”
Shaking your head, you wipe your tears and look down before speaking, “Mini, it wouldn’t have helped.” Your voice cracks and your throat closes a little, “She’s always like that anyway.”
“It doesn’t make it right.” He says disapprovingly.
Minhee pulls you into a tight hug and you instantly relax. Your brain starts to overthink everything again. The lack of proudness from your mother, the kisses from Sunghoon, and the brotherly affection you’re currently receiving. Could you have it all? Getting to know Sunghoon tonight, you don’t think you can leave it where you did. There was something there between you both, you fit together like skates to ice.
“I am so proud of you, Bubs.” Minhee strokes the back of your head, “and I might not be able to go to your ceremony, but when I beat that prick and come first at Nationals? I’m dedicating that to you. I promise you that.”
That prick…Park Sunghoon.
You couldn’t have it all.
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⠀⠀ [ park jongseong & yang jungwon ] ꕤ cinderella's dead
⠀⠀⠀⠀ breaking all the rules cause they were only habits, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ cinderella's dead now.
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in which... ⠀⠀⠀the little demon hopping on y/n's left shoulder looks satisfied with their little life hidden in the shadows : the young student carried away by the flood of parties, hanging on their not-so-wise boyfriend jay's arm. but what does the little angel think, sitting quietly on their right shoulder, when their sweet eyes fall on the alluring innocence of yang jungwon?
pairing⠀˒˒⠀badboy ! jay x student ! reader x student ! jungwon
genre⠀˒˒⠀written serie, highschool!au, classmate!jungwon, bf!jay, fluff, angst
warnings⠀˒˒⠀don't pay attention to the timestamps, underage alcohol/drugs consumption, fights, blood, injuries, cheating, a lot of lies, a lot of tears, strong language, suggestive, swearing a lot, emotional damage, etc but i’ll mark the chapters when we get there!
special guests⠀˒˒⠀cha woonggi (ex-to1), ahn seongmin (cravity), shim jayoon (stayc), pham hanni (newjeans), kang taehyun (txt), han jihyo (weeekly), shin ryujin (itzy), cho seoyoung (purple kiss), park sunghoon (enha)
statut⠀˒˒⠀upcoming !
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MASTERLIST !
teaser
profils : y/n ⋆ jungwon ⋆ jay
chapter one : not you two jungwon.
chapter two
chapter three
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taglist⠀˒˒⠀fill this google form to be added !
#kflixnet#jungwon smau#jay smau#enhypen smau#enha smau#jungwon social media au#jay social media au#enhypen social media au#enha social media au#enhypen#enha#jay#jungwon#yang jungwon#park jongseong#jungwon imagines#jungwon scenarios#park jay imagines#jay imagines#park jay scenarios#enhypen jay scenarios#yang jungwon imagines#yang jungwon scenarios#enhypen imagines#enha imagines#enhypen scenarios#enha scenarios#kpop social media au#kpop smau#kpop scenarios
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Hey could I request a TO1 reaction to a sensitive s/o (like loud noises, bright lights etc)? Btw I love the way you write, I have no idea how many times I come back to read your writing!.
Ur so sweet that means so much to me ur wonderful :( of course I can do so! I have sensory issues so I totally get this :) I don’t think I can write well for the new boys but will do my best <3 and once again still don’t know how I feel on Chan so ot12 writings for now <3
Pairing: to1 x reader
Genre: fluff
Warnings: mention of loud noises and bright lights
♡๑⌓✿ ◍✧* ♡๑⌓✿ ◍✧*♡๑⌓✿ ◍✧* ♡๑⌓✿ ◍♡๑
Chihoon, Donggeon, Minsu Very attentive to you and your body language if he knows ur going to be in a setting that could make you uncomfortable. Chihoon’s especially gonna be alert would stay close to you and probably make special cues you can give him to tell him you wanna get away from the area. Minsu Very understanding of what you need whether space or comfort he’ll be understanding and willing to help in any of the ways he can. Donggeon If there’s gonna be especially loud noises potentially if watching a movie or lighting he’d ask if you’d want him to cover your ears with his hands. If there’s bright lights that are actively bugging you he may go in front of you to shield you a bit from the light as well.
Jaeyun, Kyungho, Jyou Very sweet and concerned boyfriend. One to have a hand on ur back or holding your hand since they want to be close to make sure they’re there if something upsets you. But if you’d rather not deal with physical affection understanding. Jaeyun would check on you throughout a loud movie to see how ur feeling giving you thumbs up and wanting you to give him a yes or no so he can know how ur feeling. Kyungho would be one to massage your shoulders or do acts of service to get ur attention elsewhere and feel calmed down. Jyou would be a very sweet and easily feel bad if he put you in a situation that gave you sensory overload and be quick to ask in leaving or swapping activities if needed. If the light was bothering you he’d see if there is any way to dim it or offer to let you lean in him.
Jisu, Woonggi, Jerome, Daigo all one to be protective of you in these situations and making sure no one bothers you. Very caring of ur well being and treating you with high amounts of care if ur showing signs of discomfort.
Yeojeong and Renta easy to feel bad if they don’t realize sooner that ur upset by a noise or light sooner as they are leaning on a more awkward boyfriends scale to me idk why but I feel like they’d overthink on if ur vibe isn’t ur usual self or if they’re just overthinking it but once they realize they kick their feet and are quick to take you a side and grab you water and talk with you and ask about your sensory issues.
#to1 angst#to1 scenarios#too x reader#to1 x reader#to1 imagines#to1 reactions#to1#to1 fluff#donggeon x reader#jisu x reader#jyou x reader#kyungho x reader#jaeyun x reader#chihoon x reader#renta x reader#yeojeong x reader#daigo x reader#jerome x reader#minsu x reader#woonggi x reader
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how seongmin pleasures you
oh seongmin x afab!reader ( to1 fm )
genre: nsfw n fluff if u squint . ;p
prompt: .. how seongmin would pleasure you and the overall experience w him
18+ only pls !!
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♡ - he just wants to make you feel good !! yes his pleasure matters but when i say he will spend hours between your legs i mean he will spend HOURS in between your legs overstimulating u n shit .. he loves it when you tug on his hair a bit you can literally feel his smile forming on your clit and atp he’s thrusting the mattress unconsciously just at the thought of you bcz right now your moans sound angelic to him
♡ - this boy is such a tease i cannot express it enough . he’d be fingering you and cooing at you like “aww can’t you take it ? take it just for me . i need to get u ready for my cock :(“ while ur struggling cause his fingers are so fucking long and he knows this so well he’s got the most smug look on his face he lovezzz it when your trying ur hardest for him :(( prolly gives u little pecks
♡ - now his favourite position varies .. it solely depends on the mood he’s in but he loves missionary even if it’s basic he wants to be able to see your face change as he pounds you and give u loads of kisses and you can touch him he just wants touch off you tbh but when he goes doggy he GOES . bro will use no hands sometimes and use his hip power but sometimes he gets carried away if he’s had a bad day or something he will pin you to the bed if your on one and just go inhuman speeds while gripping your hips so hard you’ll definitely get slight bruising the next day !!! he loves music on in the back too !! <33 mostly english songs though like corny liam payne HFHDUD but in the mood it fits i promise
♡ - seongmin has a secret public kink and u cannot tell me otherwise ?? he brings you to his music banks n such just so he can pull you in the unused janitor closet and fuck the living shit out of you while covering your mouth with his big hands and shoving his fingers in your mouth while going so deep in you … whispering sweet nothings in your ear like “my pretty baby is doing so well ~” followed by one of his cute giggles :(((
♡ - his moans are angelic. probably the prettiest noise you’ve ever heard. seongmins voice is more higher than usual but he can make it go low .. like in the cover for abracadabra it didn’t even sound like him ?? but his moans set you off n give you butterflies and he can feel u clench around him every time he moans which just gives him confidence to be louder <33
♡ - now we all know seongmin has a praise kink but i feel like during sex it’s more on the giving side ? yes he loves it when you praise HIM but he loves ASKING you if he’s doing well like he would bend down to your ear “am i doing well~?” dragging out the end of his sentence and kissing ur earlobe .. teasing you if you can’t answer but deliberately going faster // harder so you struggle more to answer so he can bully you a bit <\3 “am i too much for you ? “ - “ can’t even get a word out to seongminnie ?? ;((“ pouting n shit. definitely talks in third person
♡ - pussyslapperpussyslapperpussyslapper idc idc !! he lifts his head up after he’s finished and his chin is glowing with a smirk and your legs are shaking so he just slaps your pussy and laughs at you .. :( but not mean !! he is not mean at all during sex he wants to make sure your having the time of your life :p
♡ - he knows how to move those hips and he knows the power he has so he definitely takes advantage of it like will slam into you so hard and be like “r u okay? :((“ but will give u reassurance a lot <33 he acts clueless and has the cutest expression while his cock is literally balls deep in u help
♡ - bro wants to swap spit with you. expect the most dirtiest sloppiest kisses in the moment !!! like unintentional spit DRIPPING from your chins and he’s holding your face slowly thrusting into you and it’s so relaxing but it feels so good ugh i can’t - loves it when your hands explore his body while your making out too please do that :)
♡ - when your on top his hands are always on your hips or holding ur tits like his big ass bony hands look so good on them he just thinks it’s so perfect <33 most of the time he’s sitting up when u’re riding him to have better access to kiss you and touch you all over but gives you non stop praise too “you’re so beautiful bouncing on my cock :((“ definitely rests his head in your neck and gives open mouth kisses while letting out the most angelic moans you’ve ever heard in your life !! loves pressing his thumbs into your stomach so he can feel himself in you !! and definitely hugs u ;(( and pushes down on you to make you go deeper into him he’s so in love with u JSIDDH his eyebrows r furrowed and he’s a moaning mess while hugging you ugh
♡ - loves it when you cry for him !! just seeing how well he’s doing and you babbling from overstimulation .. it makes him feel so powerful and definitely coo’s at you subtly teasing you about it (he’ll also tease u abt it later) wipes ur tears with his thumb while awwing at you ugh i cant asking if it’s too much or if “seongmin is too big for you” while tracing your waist line and pushing down on ur stomach to feel himself inside of you . when you first start crying / babbling he laughs at you and goes faster he literally gets off to your cries and inaudible words besides his name and keeps going “huh? what?” while basically ramming ur organs !! definitely kisses ur tears too and forehead saying “it’s okay” but he’ll only be like this if he 100% knows if your okay he can tell the difference between crying from pleasure to crying from PAIN bcz he’s so big
#too x reader#to1 jerome#tenorientedorchestra#jerome smut#to1 smut#to1 x reader#oh seongmin#jerome to1#kpop x reader smut#smut#kpop smut#smut to1#too smut
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↳𝗿𝘂𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁:
THE DON'TS
fem aligned readers
female idols
extreme kinks ( watersports, scant, bdsm, knife play, etc. )
extreme description of self hurt or suicidal thoughts
incest
smut with underage idols or ones in confirmed relationships
THE DOS
smut
fantasy
fluff
headcanons
angst
mood boards
I will give a warning on what the genre is in the beginning of the story.
THE GROUPS
SEVENTEEN ( my ults so apologies if I write a lot )
TXT
ONF
NCT ( all units )
CRAVITY
TREASURE
ENHYPEN
ONEUS
EXO ( only members who are still in the group + Lay )
THE BOYZ
TO1
OMEGA X
ATEEZ
STRAY KIDS
MCND
VICTON
P1HARMONY
If you want to request a group you don't see on here it won't hurt to try asking and if I'm comfortable writing for them I will. Just please please don't ask for BTS or SUPER JUNIOR.
Please be patience when waiting for requests. I work two jobs and will write when I have free time.
#kpop x male reader#male reader#seventeen x male reader#kpop#nct x male reader#ateez x male reader#stray kids x male reader#the boyz x male reader#omega x x male reader#oneus x male reader#victon x male reader
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##R.
*taps mic* testing, testing. 1, 2, 3. okay!
hello! im really bad at introducing myself but here's the basic rundown:
name's zyrin but u can either call me zy or rin, whichever you prefer :)
9teen
neurodivergent
androgynous
infp
afro-cuban
fluent in english & spanish, learning korean
multistan
i write both smut & fluff, sometimes angst when im feeling it
#WRITING-FOR
bold = open to writing nsfw shit
bts , enhypen (legal line) , txt , p1harmony (legal line) , cravity , cix , just b , seventeen , xdinary heroes , ciipher , onewe , oneus (+ ravn) , nct , tempest , treasure (minus haruto, jeongwoo & junghwan) , epex (hyung line) , to1 (minus yeojeong + chihoon, minsu, woonggi, & jerome) , mcnd (minus win) , bae173 (hyung line) , ghost9 (minus jinwoo) , tfn (minus kio) , the boyz (+ hwall/hyunjun) , trainee a (legal line + leo) , stray kids , dkb (minus harry-june) , nine.i (minus jiho) , løren / lorenisalone , astro , dtqk , ateez , mirae (minus yubin) , tnx (legal line) , younite (minus sion) , jwiiver , itzy , e'last , victon , blitzers (minus wooju) , verivery , drippin (minus alex) , wei , (g)i-dle (+ soojin) , superkind (minus sio & jdv) , dkz (minus giseok) , twice , atbo (legal line) , blank2y (minus sodam) , dreamcatcher , trendz (minus yechan) , ive , kard , kep1er , le sserafim (minus eunchae) , omega x , purple kiss , xg (legal line) , ab6ix , aespa , billlie , boy story , csr , dreamcatcher , ini , kingdom , luminous , nmixx , onf , onlyoneof , purple kiss , stayc , gaho , bibi , bdc , big naughty , vapo , haon , class:y , d1ce , lee youngji , newjeans , park hyeonjin , pentagon , rocket punch , trade l , withus , xeed , &team (legal line) kang daniel & woodz
what a list LMAO
#NOTES-or-WARNINGS
- i try to make the reader gender neutral as much as i can but i literally suck at that so don't expect it to happen all the time
- some self-inserts, especially with certain nsfw situations with my biases. sometimes the self-inserts are personality/interest-wise with whatever idol it is (it'll make more sense later)
- gotta wild imagination lmao
- i will overuse adjectives and shit cause i suck at writing LMAO
- 99.5% of the time, i am stuck in a creative block but i'll try my best to upload as much as possible
& most importantly
REQUESTS ARE OPEN!
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TSEK!
song title drabble series!! here's the first one!
song: TSEK! - nilla allin, YoungstaCPT
youtube
tags: reader x jaeyun, to1, jaeyun, nilla allin, youngstacpt, tsek!, gn!reader
some will be long and some will be short. just keep your eyes peeled and stream tsek by an underrated artist; nilla allin.
"voetsek." you said to jaeyun as he raised a brow in confusion. "voetsek?" he repeated as you nodded and walked away. jaeyun was confused as to what you had said and blinked, processing that you had left minutes ago.
you sat on your balcony and ate the ice cream you snatched from the freezer, savoring it as the last one. jaeyun and you somehow ended up becoming roommates, due to both of your friends being mingled due to chan and his girlfriend wanting to live together. the two of you had never really gotten along, so it was awkward between the two of you and the little things that you thought were utterly normal made him hate you.
in fact, you had argued three months ago about you playing your music loudly. you had no choice, you're a music student!
"you're driving me crazy. stop leaving the front door unlocked. freezer too. don't leave your ice cream boxes in there for me to clean up." you looked up and rolled your eyes, ignoring him as he shakes his head and stares at you through the window of your neighbor's balcony door.
his blonde hair blew with the wind and you had an argument within your stares, your lips curling into a nasty snarl. "why are you home early anyway?!" you shrieked as you walked away and went to sit in the living room. jaeyun had let out another sigh and closed your balcony door and fixed your bed. he noticed the note you had left him-- ...fairy lin. he couldn't convey his feelings properly and saying it to your fae would've made him want to punch it even harder than he wanted to last year. he also made a promise to chan to keep you safe and taken care of.
jaeyun and you had unintentionally walked into school together and you being you, well. you forgot the modeling gig you had accepted was going to be one of ten that would be happening on campus.
so when you were run up to by a beauty crew, shoved to change right there, body being yanked left and right, assistant right there with your coffee and giving you a hurried smack of encouragement, you turned red and posed immediately as the school watched. this is not how you wanted to continue your day.
jaeyun watched and his smile grew wide as he watched you do your thing, not caring. as he was about to take a picture to keep as a keepsake, you yelled. "voetsek!"
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Helping Hand | J.You
*Day 7 of Kinktober*
- Pairing: J. You x Female reader
- Genre: Smut
- Warnings: Caught masturbating & mutual masturbation
- Word count: 1.2k
You sighed as you sprawled out on the couch, your legs on Donggeon's lap. You had come over to visit with your friends in T01 but J. You had locked himself away in his studio. J. You and you had been friends since before TO1 debuted and was the reason you were friends with the rest of the members. Donggeon chuckled, "What's wrong?"
You pouted, "J. You went and locked himself away in his studio."
Donggeon shrugged, "Why don't you go check on him. Maybe bring him food and water, he hasn't been eating enough recently."
"That's a great idea!"
You sat up and kissed Donggeon's cheek and hugged him, you noticed the way his cheeks slightly flushed. You ran to the kitchen and fixed J. You's favorite ramen bowl exactly how he liked it and grabbed his favorite drink from the fridge.
You carefully carried both to his studio and softly knocked on the door. He didn't respond so you figured he had his headphones on and you couldn't hear you.
You carefully opened the door not wanting to drop the ramen.
You stepped into the studio and froze, J. You had his hand wrapped around his cock and was pumping himself. The door closed loudly behind you and he jumped and saw you standing there wide-eyed.
He froze, but still held onto his cock. I think he was too shocked to realize to put it away and you were too shocked to just leave. Neither of you were certain of what to say. He cleared his throat, "Is that ramen for me?"
Your face slowly heated up and you turned and put your forehead against the door hiding your embarrassment "Yes it is. I-I'm just gonna leave it on the table and go."
You kept your back turned to him and leaned over to sit the ramen and drink on the table in front of the small couch in the room.
You felt a hand smack against your ass and you jerked away and looked at him shocked.
"What the fuck J. You?"
He smirked evilly, "What? I'm horny and your ass was right there so don't blame me."
You crossed your arms over your chest, "Excuse you, just because you are horny doesn't give you the right to touch me."
"I-I'm sorry I was being playful."
You raised your eyebrow, "And put your cock away. Seriously what the fuck J. You. Lock the door when you are doing that."
He bit his lip and tucked his dick back in his sweats, "What if I wanted you to walk in on me. I mean come on you are saying you never have had sexual thoughts about me?"
Your face heated up more but you huffed, "That's none of your business. I'm gonna let you deal with that and just go back in there with Donggeon."
He nibbled on his lip, "Just an idea. What if we just experimented, like I masturbate and you masturbate at the same time, we don't even need to touch each other? If you don't like it we never have to do it again and just forget this day ever happened. Please I'm really desperate."
You thought for a moment, "If I agree to this do you promise not to make things awkward between?"
He nodded and smiled. "So is that a yes."
You sighed, "Yes."
He smiled really big and it made you smile.
"Why don't you sit on the couch and I'll stay over here?"
You sat down on the couch but this whole situation was awkward. He went and locked the door, "Don't need anybody walking in now."
You both laughed. He went and sat back down at the chair by his desk.
He pulled his dick from his sweats, he was still fully hard.
You finally got a good look at it, he had quite a bit of length and girth.
"Wow, who knew my best friend was hiding away that big thing."
He chuckled lowly and slowly stroked from the base up to the head.
You didn't really know what to do.
He smiled "Don't be nervous. Just go with the flow."
You let your dominant hand slide over your stomach and your other hand gripped your breast through your shirt.
Your hand rubbed right along the waistband of your leggings, you didn't want to dip to your core just yet.
He pulled his shirt over his head and the sight in front of you was almost too much. He was leaned back against his chair, his chest and abs exposed to you, his mouth hung slightly open and he was stroking himself pretty quickly.
You slipped your shirt over your head, and let your dominant hand slide below the waistband of your leggings. Your fingers lightly touched against your clit making you softly moan.
He moaned in response, he closely watched every movement you made.
You pulled your hand from your leggings and pushed them down to mid-thigh along with your panties. Exposing your core to the cold air.
He whined, "Ahh I can't see."
You smirked and fully removed your leggings, but you kept your legs closed.
He nibbled on his bottom lip, and you suddenly got shy under his intense gaze.
Your face heated up and you kept your legs tightly together.
He licked his bottom lip and opened his mouth to say something but stopped.
You took in a deep breath and let your right leg rest on the table and your left leg stayed on the couch.
He groaned, "Fuck."
Your hand went back down to your core and you rubbed against your clit.
You moaned loudly, wet noises escaping from your core, your wetness dripping down your hand, and onto the couch.
He started stroking himself faster, "I regret saying we were just going to masturbate together. I wanna taste that pussy and fuck you.”
Your face flushed and you slid your fingers inside, “I wish it was your cock instead.”
He groaned, “Stop don’t tease me or I will fuck you.”
You continued to work your fingers in and out of yourself, focusing on the most sensitive area.
You pushed yourself right to the edge multiple times but couldn’t quite push yourself over the edge. He got up from his chair and moved your left foot out of the way, then he sat down. He continued to stroke himself with his right hand then he moved his left hand to your clit. He rubbed quickly as you continued to curl your fingers inside you.
“Come on, cum for me baby.”
You clamped your legs shut and your back arched off the couch as you came. You shook and whimpered as you came down from your high. He stroked himself faster and came all over his hand, a low groan leaving his lips as he did.
You sat up and grabbed his hand, licking it clean of his cum. He groaned lowly, “Fuck.”
You looked into each other’s eyes and he bit his lip.
You both stayed staring at each other not sure what to do or say, not knowing what was gonna happen to the friendship now.
“Can I please kiss you?”
You nodded and he gripped your chin pulling you to kiss him. Your lips moved against his softly. After a few moments, he pulled away and rested his forehead against yours.
You both stayed staring at each other not sure what to do or say, not knowing what was gonna happen to the friendship now.
#knet-bakery#knetbakery#to1#to1 jyou#to1 smut#to1 imagines#to1 scenarios#jyou smut#jyou x reader#to1 x reader
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Hi if you're doing requests right now I'd like to ask if you could do a TO1 reaction to their relationship with their idol S/O getting exposed by dispatch if you don't want to or can't do it that's completely fine <3
a/n: Finally to1 request!!!! I hope you'll like it.❣. And also give to the boys a lot of love.
TO1 reaction to their relationship with their Idol S/O getting exposed by dispatch.
Requested✔
Chihoon
Honestly, he (you) tried to hide it for as long as possible
And of course he was surprised by this "news"
By type, you are not at all obvious
(well, probably)
Dispatch caught you walking holding hands
And perhaps, even if he is the oldest, he would still ask for advice in this situation
In fact, he tried not to show that he was nervous about it, as if nothing had happened
At a time when he was nervous
But it wasn't for long, as he just accepted the fact that now not only his members and family know about your relationship, but also others
Well, perhaps it was balanced by the fact that many reacted positively, I hope.
Donggeon
Aaaaaaaaa
I think he'd be more worried about you than him
Because yes
Probably would have fallen out of the world (figuratively) for a while.
He wouldn't watch it spread across the internet, like a covid (epex's debut song vibes)
Since for him in this case, your relationship was in the first place
(in principle, for all of them)
And if you were nervous, he would focus all of his attention on you
He just hopes that everyone will take it positively.
Chan
He wouldn't have believed it at first
But let's say he looked at it a few times and realized that it wasn't a joke
In general, it pretends that nothing happened
I mean, it's not like he's really worried about it
But still, something inside him was clearly bothering him
He showed you the bright side of it all
Like: "now we don't need hide anymore😬", if you're worried about it
In general, everything is OK for him
Jisu
He will try to find a positive note in all this
He'd be like: "Look, we look cute in this picture." ㅋㅋㅋㅋ, I'm sorry
But honestly, it was all about you
He would think about it for the next few days
Like: "It's all good, right? Did I ruin y/n's or the members career?"
(This is not his fault wtf🥺)
But in any case, everyone would soon be back to the old Jisu
And he would not worry about it much, because you are still together, so everything is fine
And fans reacted positively too
Minsu
OK, like: "when?"
Honestly, he was amazed by this
But I don't think it has significantly shaken his mood
That doesn't mean he wasn't worried at all
He was worried, but not much
Since his thoughts "hate can pour on vos two at the same time"
But it wasn't, please it WASN'T
And since there was no "bad" reaction, it's not worth worrying about, is it?
- yes
If you were worried, he would reassure you: "Hey, everything went well💓."
Jaeyun
So, he also like Chihoon thought that you are not obvious at all
But in his case, you are more obvious
But in general, he would be surprised
Like, "hah, we might have a problem," but then, "But I'll fix it, I promise."
You're his top priority at this point, so he wants to make sure you're okay first
And then everything else
The opinion of others is important to him, but not in this situation
Although everyone reacted positively, PLEASE LET IT BE SO, IT IS NORMAL TO HAVE LOVE😭
J.You
As for me, He would be most surprised
Because I was so sure it wouldn't happen
But he is positive about it
Like: " What's wrong that I love you? That's right, nothing wrong!"
But wait, somewhere down inside, he feels a little nervous with it all
Especially with the opinions of others
But it doesn't affect him much
In general, he does not hide his emotions when everything went well
"Look, I knew it!"
He didn't know anything
Kyungho
Kyungho is in a stupor
Like: "how?"
But then he sees a photo where you just hug to goodbye
By type, you went to the most secret place, but they still took a photo
Secretly furious at
But otherwise, he's serious about it, so he'll take full responsibility if you're nervous about it
He feels a huge sense of relief when your relationship accepted well
Jerome
So, I'm sorry, guys, but I don't think it was Dispatch
Not that you are obvious (you are obvious)
But in general, Dispatch did not have time... Sungmin did it all by himself.
Not on purpose! Not at all!
It's just that your phone conversation was clearly audible on vlive.
Well, more precisely, the beginning of the conversation.
Of course the boys caught it and tried to hide it behind their loud conversations, eyes showing Sungmin to leave the room
But it was a little late
In general, not that much worried
And if you were worried
This boy will make you forget all your problems
Well, after this "news" was received with love - he is in heaven with happiness, I mean he shines
Woonggi
like wtf
He's trying hard here, and Dispatch just takes and reveals your relationship
He would be angry and disappointed in Dispatch
Thinking only in the case of the type: "did he ruin the groups's reputation?" these "black" thoughts haunted him
BUT EVERYONE REACTED WELL
And he felt better
'Cause: "omg, I'm so happy, y/n", *insert here twice's "cheer up" dance*
#i hate how dates is mostly scandals in k industry#to1 reactions#to1 scenarios#too reactions#to1 x reader#chihoon x reader#donggeon x reader#chan x reader#Jisu x reader#minsu x reader#jaeyun x reader#jyou x reader#kyungho x reader#jerome x reader#woonggi x reader
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His Puppy Princess. (Chan/Chanhyuk x Princess!You)
Warning(s): Filthy fucking. Total submission stuff and petplay. This takes place in the old times. Read at your own risk. Nor you neither Chan are a minor in this.
Chanhyuk chuckled to himself when he saw Y/n, his pretty fiance who also happened to be the Princess of his kingdom roll her beautiful eyes when she saw him enter the ball along his team which was composed of all the important men from the royal army.
It was the adorable puff in her cheeks and the way her tiny fists clenched at her sides at the sight of him that he loved so much. Because it made him want to fuck her even more brutal and rough than he already did. Rip those pretty ridiculously overpriced gowns off her and mark her fragile skin a pretty shade of violet. Dirty the soft royal pale skin that encased her soft flesh so she looked like his pretty fuck pet and breeding whore. Tug at her soft luscious locks as he slapped her delicate face red and humiliatingly slutty.
Oh. Does he sound like a cruel fiance perhaps forcing the girl to let him have his way?
It only looks that way because Y/n hates the fact that she is engaged to an army captain who will never be able to afford her. The materialistic whore is just petty that he isn't a duke or a prince like the fiance's and spouses of her siblings and cousins. Maybe if she wasn't found sucking Chanhyuk's cock like the dirty submissive little fuck dog she is in her chambers she wouldn't be betrothed to him right now.
It was a punishment to her by her panicked family. To keep mouths shut and maintain their reputation as well as hers.
But Chanhyuk wasn't complaining and neither was Y/n when her throat was stuffed all the way down to her pipes by the man's cock which was her one of her most favourite things.
Her submissiveness got the best of her and before she could stop and remind herself of the difference in their statuses like she wouldn't be his wife in the future, Y/n was on her knees looking up at the male with her lust dilated puppy eyes and whimpering lips.
Like… right now.
"Tsk…" Chanhyuk chuckled as he ripped the already sweaty Princess' pretty dress off, pushing her against the wall of the empty hallway outside the ballroom to pull the ripped fabrics off her, twirling her undergarments around his slender fingers and lifting her pretty little ass up in a wedgie before landing a powerful spank both her cheeks.
"Look at you now…" His warm lips touched her ear as she shuddered, holding herself against the wall pathetically while the male bit her ear and pulled at it softly, causing her to whine out a squeak when he lifted her off the ground using the wedgie.
Y/n felt her holes clench as more of her arousal leaked out. He treated her so good in all the ways despite not being the richest man it blew her mind. In all the ways. Chanhyuk was perfect.
He made it hurt so fucking good.
"Why do you even bother acting like you're anything above me when we both know you love being at the very bottom next to my feet, huh puppy?" Her toes curled at his words and eyes fluttered close, teeth pulling her bottom lip between them tightly.
Fuck. She loved it when he called her all those things. "Acting all annoyed," he softened the wedgie only to pull hard at it again, making her crack burn up before continuing. "Arrogant and bothered in front of everyone like you don't crawl to me like a pathetic bitch in heat everytime."
"P- Please, sir! Please~" the girl breathlessly shuddered at his words, whining out while keeping her eyes shut, loving how he was bouncing her up and down like a Master would to his puppet.
"Please what?" Chanhyuk growled harshly, saving her from falling when the panties tore and she went to fall down by placing his knee between her legs while still midair.
"Please more~" after being pampered and treated like such superior specie all her life she loved how different Chanhyuk made her feel. It was so embarrassing, degrading and humiliating. The thrill made her pussy ache from pleasure.
At first the thoughts saddened the girl as she thought something was wrong. But after Chanhyuk took her under his wing- or rather, his balls, she didn't want to be fixed anymore.
"Tsk~" the male chuckled deeply and spanked her again, pulling on her cheeks and exposing her cute now red pucker. "You really love being a good little dog for me, huh?" Y/n could only pathetically nod at that, squeaking out from pleasure when he pinned her to the wall by the back of her neck after wrapping his rough military worn fingers around it, pulling his knee back and slamming it back up in her pussy, making her cry out.
"Thank you, Captain!" Y/n called out lewdly, drooling pathetically. "Thank you so much! AHHH!" Her back arched as she slowly tried to rub herself against the muscles of the man's leg whilst he tied her hands above her glowing red ass cheeks using her torn up underwear before letting her down on her feet and turning her much smaller body around.
"Get on your knees, puppy. It's treat time." His big hand pulled the remaining piece of the costly dress from her now exposed chest, taking a good hold of her fat breasts and grazing his rough thumbs over the deep red and perked nubs, making the girl blush. "Go on now…" Patting her feet like an actual animal, Chanhyuk took a step back to undo his pants.
"And remember well, the wetter you can make it, the easier it'll be for your cute little ass." The male's eyebrows furrowed before one of them raised when she still didn't budge, making him look up at her from his military uniform pants. "Well?"
"M- Master…" Despite how crazy they were, Y/n was still very shy to voice out her needs sometimes. "I… Um…" Her head lowered as she stared down at her shaking knees now. "P- Please… m- make face feel g- goot… A- And clean…" The man almost didn't hear it because of how meek she was being, smirking when she finished.
"Oh, yes. How could I forget? My hygienic little Princess doesn't like being dirty now, does she?" Shaking her head she looked up at him, breathing heavily with eyes full of lust as she eagerly waited for what was to come only to yelp when he suddenly smacked her tit. "Answer when you're being spoken to!" The sternness in his voice made her almost cream herself.
"Y- Yes, sir! Yes, plea-" the next slap landed on her face before he grabbed a fistful of her soft hair from the mid of her head.
"Is that how dumb dogs like this whore right here talk?"
Her surprised and aroused expression instantly transformed into one of pain before she whined and squeezed her thighs together, tears streaming down her eyes. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He was so good.
"N- No! I- I mean- w- woof woof!" Y/n's heart was literally thumping from all of it. Her ears were almost numb. This was so good. "Y- Yes, w- woof, M- Master woo-f!" She felt so small compared to the tall and wide man. "W- Woof, p- puppy d- doesn't l- like being dirty w- woof woof!"
"Good bitch." She loved how raspy his voice got when he was aroused, gulping down a thick bile. He was so frightening when he was like this. It was literal heaven. Spitting out a huge wad of spit on her pretty face, the Captain slapped both her cheeks not too hard but not so soft either to 'tap' the spit in to clean her slightly dusty face before abruptly stopping and pushing her down all the way to the ground, rubbing her face against the floor and getting dirt on it as well as her tits.
This was exactly why he loved the chase. Because after that the way she let him go off made it all the more worthwhile.
"Too bad dirty breeding dogs don't get any privileges but only Master's kindness when they deserve it." Y/n holes clenched again at his words, submitting herself over to Chanhyuk's mercy. Which was always more worth it than the last time. "Now, let us see…" Pulling her face up off the ground to take a look, the male smirked in satisfaction at the sight of her pretty face all dirty, plump lips covered in saliva and swollen, eyes red and dangerously delated. "Absolutely stunning" the Captain breathed out before pressing his lips to hers without hesitation.
"Now, come here." Uncovering his erect and hard giant cock with his free hand, Chanhyuk pulled her closer to it by her hair, pumping it to smear his precum over it before tapping it against her lips, chuckling when she eagerly went to wrap her lips around the tip only to be deprived of it when he teasingly pulled it away, making her pretty face scrunch in displeasure, a soft pout gracing her lips as she whimpered.
"Okay, okay" the man chucked. "Only because you look so cute right now." He loved getting her dirty for himself and himself only. For the rest of the word she was his Princess that he was going to protect with his life. But when it was just them he loved to tear her clothes apart and get dirty with his cum and other things.
Y/n was so beautiful in his eyes that anything in the world could complment her gorgeous face. The Princess could make anything look good and luxurious. Even dirt.
So ethereal. So dirty. So filthy. All for him.
Chanhyuk plugged her cute little mouth with his balls first, loving how they filled the small space, her bratty little red cheeks puffing out from his fat testicles as she needily sucked at them like she had been deprived of any food for years, eyes hazy and barely open with her head all the way back as she stared up at him, sniffing his cock that he was resting on her face, covering it because it was bigger than it.
"Good puppy… such a good fucking puppy" slipping his boot between her legs he slowly teased her drenched vagina making the girl buck her hips.
Pulling his balls out of her mouth with a plop, Chanhyuk chuckled at the instant whine only to shush her by slapping her cheek with his cock. "Patience, my hungry little dog. Tsk. So eager for her treat." Tapping it against her lips some more he finally plugged it in her mouth, making her eyes roll to the back of her head when his tip grazed her throat, soft thighs drowning Chanhyuk's foot between them as she sat up straighter and started to grind against his leg.
The man sucked in a harsh breath when he felt his cock slip in between her silthy smooth throat, his other hand quickly finding her neck to feel the shape from the outside, hips swaying beautifully elegant as he slowly took his sweet time fucking her mouth all the way down to her throat, pushing his balls in each time to have her gag and choke before pulling out all the way to his tip before violating the narrow walls of flesh again.
"Come here" not caring about the denial her pussy received when he pulled her up by her throat and bent over the balcony that was opposite to the wall because he knew she liked pleasuring him far more than herself and loved being tortured and chastised for days, Chanhyuk groped and squeezed Y/n buttcheeks, pulling them apart to expose her blinking pucker.
"So cute and eager…" He noted deeply as she gripped the metal frame of the balcony, panting and relishing in the feeling of pure submission. "Let us get this stretching now, shall we?"
"W- Woof… woof~" Strings of drool made their way out of the corners of her mouth as her eyes rolled to the back of her head when Chanhyuk stroked her pucker with one of his rough thumbs, spitting on the hole before massaging it in because he didn't want to rip her today.
"Good dog~" cooing in a praising manner like one would to an actual dog, Chanhyuk aligned his thick beet red tip against her welcoming and nicely trained pucker, the male swayed his hips and pushed his huge cock in her tight hole inch by inch slowly whilst kissing and nibbling on her shoulder, hands now fondling her breasts while pinching her hard nipples at the same time, he felt his own sweat drip down his skin when he felt her hole suck up his cock.
"Good breeding dog… such a good whore… The perfect fuck puppet" biting down on her ear because he loved doing that due to how she cowered and whined from the feeling, the male pulled his cock out only to slam in faster this time, eventually getting faster and faster, making her moan out into the royal garden beneath the balcony, the sound almost being echoed.
"O- Oh dear Lord high up above in the heavens!" The Slave and Master heard the voice of the Queen, Y/n's mother from behind.
"Shit, pup. This is why I tell you to be quiet" it was a lie. He NEVER told her to be quiet. The man loved her being as loud as she could, still fucking into her and having no intentions of stopping. "Now we got caught… again." Chanhyuk found nothing more satisfying than knowing that he was the only one who had this stuck up little thing so good all wrapped around his pinky finger. He took pride in how good he could fuck her and give her exactly what she needed.
And he wanted everyone to know and hear it.
Glancing over his shoulder to find a red faced Queen, a displeased King and shocked Duke whom Chanhyuk didn't know the name of but knew had always wanted to persue his pup even after their engagement, the Captain chuckled, standing up straighter while still fucking up the girl's tight ass, covering her tits and pussy by his rough and protective hands from the other young man, made his way away from the little crowd, headed for Y/n's room because they had a long night ahead.
"S- Sorry, mommy!" Y/n whined, her head falling against Chanhyuk's shoulder for support as she wanted, face twisted in both pain and pleasure. "I- I know I promised woof- I MEAN!" The male laughed at the panic in her voice when she barked, trying to make sense of her words whilst the three people stared at them in horror. Her crimson coloured face was covered in sweat, precum, dirt and spit.
"I- I know I promised b- but…" The Princess' mouth formed in a big 'O' when she had a dry orgasm from how good her ass was being fucked regardless of no stimulation where it should have been.
"You can do this tomorrow morning when you're less… occupied, love." Kissing her forehead, Chanhyuk made sure to look straight in the Duke's soul while saying the words, kissing Y/n's forehead to get the whole point across as she lewdly agreed, he started walking away.
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Don't @ me. Only @ @emeraldbabygirl because this is ALL her fault.
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